For The Memories Of How Good Was My Father And My Mother Poem by Randy Bolante Jr

As the black descend as darkness
As the grey fades
When light sprung up
I saw light
My lost soul found a resting place
There in your arms I lay
In that middle of the night
So much people around me


Dark turned to light,
Grey turned to blue,
Lost became found,
And I now I know love
For that’s my dreamed
The time might have been I’m born
The time I met you


And so I would remember the day
As I remember all those other day
When you’re with me
When you’re beside me
And cared for me
You’re my parent
And someday, maybe someday
I will be like a parent like you that day