A heart of gold, silver & bronze

• Alexandra Bose, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2006

The wrinkles on their face are like the ripples in a pond.

Muffled giggles at the clothes they usually donned.

The twin twinkles in their eyes,
are like a seven year old and a birthday surprise.

When oppressive clouds cover the sun,
the games outside are all soon done.

The windows fastened, the day is at an end,
the early order for bed, they defend.

When the numerous questions start to flow,
your parents sigh and signal no.

They take you onto their well-worn lap,
and trace the lines on your palm, like a map.

Their love and care glow like a beacon in the dark.
And their generosity and honesty leave their mark.

But what is truly their unique appeal?
The love that they radiate, that all of us feel.