My five-year-old son brought home a picture of a fruit tree he had decorated in school, with the following poem that I feel compelled to share with you:
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
When a farmer plants a tree,
He toils and toils endlessly.
He works all day and sometimes through the night,
To assure that the fruits come out just right.
All the more so do parents work for many, many years,
Putting in physical efforts as well as tears.
And with the help of God, the fruit becomes ripe and sweet,
And parents will have accomplished the ultimate feat.
Mommy and Daddy you are polishing my soul, helping it grow,
And for that I thank you and love you so.
May it be the will of God that all the efforts you invest in me,
Should bring out the best ‘fruit’ there can be.
Love,
Jacob