My Parents Poem by Reddle Hinheart

The dreams were for them,
My longest tutor...
A blind thinkle when;
After bouls utter...
Seeming every will;
Designating taring;
Behold of the blinge:
Organisms pampering,
The soul intertwine,
Really assume roles,
A vine of the sign;
Candid and defy puns:
A fight for a might:
Tandem or disturbing:
The right for the sight;
Change and overlooking;
A glimpse of the sky,
Timbers and rejection,
Thus while really nigh,
Mean my own reflection.