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Rated: ASR · Prose · Emotional · #998370
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!
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