to my parents

some words of yours to me suggested
how, through the fog of peace and war,
a pulse beat on ,that,strained and tested ,
no less could mute,nor sorrow mar
to trace this pulse through its confusions,
illusions,allusions,elusions,
and limn its complex graph of love,no skein of words is fine enough.
does this half-filial endeavour
hold half a chance of half -success-
even to track your lives,much less
 not to let these recede for ever?
no if i'd hoped to grasp the whole;
yes,if some shared may touch the soul
                                 
                                  -for my parents to whom i have always adored

my father, who is full of grace,endurance,adamance
he is not just a friend but the man whom i admire.










she is my mother,who is jovial, taught me everything,and i think she bears every positive qualities