Saturday, April 2, 2016

Chip of the block

A little bit of both
I am, I have heard
My father stands tall
My mother in gird
Of the same mold
And chip of the block
I seem to be of my
Parents, in chock
What I shall become
Shall feature me
The launch pad is
Solid, as it can be
The lessons are from them
Theirs, the values imbibed
Gently propping me up
While victories to me ascribed

Prompt Courtesy: NaPoWriMo,net