Hope Someday

I was the oldest son, and i was proud of it,
I had four younger siblings, and I'm happy to fend for them.

My family is well known for its woodwork business, because we lived in a cold place,
It was a tiresome work, but i was happy.

I went to go get some wood,
When I got a call that my parents where in the hospital,
I rushed over.

They were in bad shape, and i cried a lot,
Don't cry, said my dad..
Brave boys don't cry.

Dad is right my dear,
Be strong for your siblings,
And make us proud.

"We love you" they both said,
And with a smile on their faces,
They breathe their last breath.

Its been four years since their passing,
Life hasn't been easy on us,
But we still try to be better.

Soon my family business sky rocketed,
And we became the best wood seller,
It was amazing.

While rejoicing, i remembered my parents,
Then i said, "we did it, we made you proud"
I love you Mom and Dad.