Dreams can't be a reality through magic

Parent's house,

d' one and only abode,

one can go to dozens of times

casually, with no formal invitation,

even after carrying out a heinous crime

 

Parent's house,

if its entrance door is locked,

assuredly put d' key in d' slot

enter straight with least hesitation,

with no grumbles, no dissent, by default

 

Parent's house,

a house that has loving eyes in wait,

stare at d' door until they see you

if a lousy delay with no valid reasons,

are extremely pained,

yet express no negative view

 

Parent's house,

reminds you of your carefree days,

stability, merriment in childhood

an adorable spot,

your presence sought,

you're hero, judged as a Robin hood

 

Parent's house,

look at d' faces of mom and dad,

a ceaselessly cascading bliss

talk to them, evidently a reward,

an ever welcome moment,

 can not afford to miss

 

 Parent's house,

the house that if you do not go to,

the hearts of d' dwellers do shrink

if dining time arrives,

and d' awaited eaters missing

to have their food or drinks

 

Parent's house,

explore and evaluate,

assess it with extreme care

d' merit of it before it's too late

always lucky are those children

who have to go to d' house of their parents

 

Parent's house,

where two candles lighted up daily,

twin energies to work together, symbolic

work from early in d' morning until night

reminds work, workplace, to be a workaholic

Parent's house consistently tells,

hard work can oft beat d' talent but

dreams can't be a reality through magic