This regular visit to my parent's old place
To pay close attention as their minds wander off
Putting order in pen, for the lingering cough
That old age has brought them to this wrinkled wise face

As I hear old stories about same memories
I keep track in my mind, to track their existence
Wanting for the pursuit of the filling distance
That time is coming short regardless treasuries

Loving them forever as I'm loving daughter
With the groceries done, and a bit of cleaning
My mom has prideful look that she raised my meaning

Kissing both a goodbye, hugging longer father
I'm still his little girl, I still have my halo
And that's why I come back to parental mellow