Souls (For Mum & Dad)

 Parenting,
 Something I've never done.
 It looks so hard,
 Although sometimes fun!
 The thought of creating a life or a soul,
 Scares me to death,
 If I were to lose control!

 Control my parents never had,
 As they produced three,
 Naughty,
 Strapping lads.

 We would race around,
 In a typhoon manner,
 Not a care in the world,
 Of the chaos we caused.
 The three of us,
 Broke all the rules.

 I remember nice smells,
 Of home baked cooking,
 Rock cakes mother created,
 On a budget,
 Of nothing.

 Eating her cakes,
 waiting for Dad to arrive home,
 Some of my memories,
 Of childhood,
 Be known.

 Its been Forty plus years,
 From when they deciding to mate,
 We've had the best lives so far,
 For sure,
 To date!

 Matthew now married,
 And with his own house!
 Christian in Canada...
 A fireman!
 with spouse.

 Me writing verses,
 Maybe its my role,
 Thanks to you both!
 For creating our souls.

 Guess Its time for you both,
 To do as you please,
 But to do this properly,
 You have to believe....
 Do what you feel,
 And not what you thinks right.
 I wish you true happiness.
 From the souls,
 You made right!

[By Aaron Phyall 2014]