A child’s first love is usually their parents. As children, we grow up believing that our parents know everything, and we strive to be just like them. The essence of who they are and the mere fact they gave us life brings about some degree of admiration. Even those who are not fortunate to have one or both parents in their life still hold an emotional connection to them. In the poems “Accents” by Denice Frohman, and “The Sign In My Father’s Hands” by Martin Espada, express a deep admiration for their respective parent living as immigrants. Both poems give insight on what it was like for their parents living in America as immigrants. “Accents” tells about the speaker’s mother, while “The Sign In My Father’s Hands”, tells about the speaker’s father. Another thing that ties both speaker’s parents together is the fact they come from latin american countries so treatment of their parent is somewhat similar. The most common tone these poems share is the admiration the speaker’s give when talking about their parents. In “Accents”, The speaker admires her mother and how connected she is to their culture despite living in America. She is proud even when her mother’s english is not as fluent as the rest of the people she encounters may be. When speaking of her mother, you hear the appreciation of her strength. Going back to the idea that children usually think highly of their parent, Frogman proves this in her poem. In the lines, “so even though her lips can barely stretch themselves