Precious life

By poet Paul

I remember the day we both struggled,
Struggled to set ourselves free,
Free from the bondage of nine months,
Months of pains and knoks.
For sure what can I repay you with?

On that day the calendar was marked,
Marked with a marker pen to create attraction,
Attraction to both outsiders and relatives,
Relatives who never abandoned me.
For sure what can I repay you with?

Mom and Papa were my first words,
Words which displayed a strong bond,
Bond between me and my parents,
Parents who always stood by my side.
For sure what can I repay you with?

At noon I would be seen playing,
Playing amongst my loving friends,
Friends who were part of my life,
Life with them was precious than gold.
For sure what can I repay you with?

Now someone is calling me Papa,
Papa which is said with much love,
Love which exists between us two,
Us two plus her making one.
For sure what can I repay you with?

Only left with one conclusion:
All the good deeds are unpayable, we can only repay good deeds with good ones.
#Be a solution to someones problem.

Thanx for the read.
God bless you

#magic pen