Thanks to my father's cane
Kudos to my mother's slap
Grateful to the tongue of rebuke.
They all helped to shape me.
And mould me a child of praise.

Back then I thought father hated me.
I wondered,
How would a man love his child and make him feel pain?
Mother countless slap always made me question the love of mother many sing praise of.
The word of truth in rebuke pierce my heart and most times I feel so bad.
I determined not to attract them again but I still did some things wrong.
It bring the pain of cane or piercing rebuke.
But now, I know better.
I thank them all, the tool of moulding.
They sent the message right
I can now pride in the good life so also my parents
It didn't come without pain and cry.

Those who were left without the pain and cry
Are now in tears for rot
In pain for a life not mould on time.
Thank you fathers cane
Kudos to you mother's slap
Grateful to you piercing rebuke.
I won't have been better without you.

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