Based off the poem My Father's Chair
My Parent's Home
There are four corners to my parent's home
Happiness, sadness, death and life
I visit them all, equally known,
It is not with weakness rife.
I couldn't trust any less than four
To support them where they lay
I can't have any less or more
No matter what people say.
I can't prefer one over the other,
This land that will one day hold me
Here forever are my father and mother
Eventually it will hold us all, you see.
When my time comes to be layed down,
Remember how I loved each corner
In sorrow do not drown,
And instead be a happy mourner.
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