Something I just kinda wrote... |
Before I could tell them anything- Of how I'd grown my wings, And soared- They came crashing down. Before I could show them, Let them hear my eagle's call- Show them that I had listened- That I had grown- They could no longer hear. Mom, I walked down the aisle; I married the man that I love. Just like you always said. And I wore a lock of your hair Around my neck- So you'd be there. Dad, I finally got the discipline, You so longed for me to have. My own daughter turned the tide on me. And now I find myself teaching her- Teaching her the things you thought I'd never learned. I've become the person they wanted me to be. And I never got to tell them- Never got to show them- I appreciate their love now. I know, now, that my wings Have always been there- Always waiting. Always tucked beneath what I'd thought Was cool. I'm soaring now, mother. I'm soaring now, dad. And I just wish that you were here To see me fly. Note: My parents are not dead. So my writing this is really weird. Nor am I married...nor do I have a daughter. See what I mean? It was just a poem I wrote...pretending to be married and have a kid and have dead parents? *shrug* Also, I appreciate all feedback...even if the thing stinks. Go ahead and tell me! |