Sonnet

The one who knocks.
Will always have the door opened.
Life is a series of doors with impossible locks.
Life decays as soon as it is ripened.

We cannot undo these locks without aid.
But when we ask they just fall apart.
This soothing other worldly help is soothing healing jade.
This medicine penetrates our very heart.

I wonder why we seldom ask.
Do we forget, are we shy.
We know we have to do that to complete any task.
We just have to ourselves not lie.

We know that if our son asks, we give.
So why not ourselves ask and live.

Haiku

If our son asks us
We will always give to him
So ask our father