On cinder blocks it sat our nest.
A cozy three room flat of bricks.
My sister and I would laugh and cry,
As our parents did their best...
Resisting the ease to quit!

With values maintained,
We took flight without regret.
We learned how to fly...
Sustained by dignity and respect.

And today we take those visions taught...
Instilled by Mom and Dad.
Others who felt we were locked within delusions,
Are reaping a sadness...
They assumed we once had!

Lawrence S. Pertillar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-learned-how-to-fly/