Dear Father!
You look tired,
Thank you for enduring the tans,
We get to bask in the autumny rays,
Heard that autumn rays are fiery,
And now I believe, it really is.
Dear Brother!
You look weary,
Thank you for guarding us from the inevitables,
We get to celebrate Halloween; a borrowed festival,
Heard that victory is far from over,
And now I realise, the need to fight with vigor.
Dear Son!
You look exhausted,
Thank you for showering us with love,
We feel your warmth and the adoration all along,
Heard that freebies are seldom valued,
And now I see, why we take things so granted.
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