Dear Mama
Most times I don't get you
Like why you stopped to paint
Or handle problems in the way that you now do
Or made the children that you grew
Dear Mama
You say you wanted me
And most days I believe it
But sometimes you just do not seem to agree
I guess that's good enough for me
Dear Papa
Thanks for your helping hand
Even when present so seldom
And you're sometimes a little hard to understand
Most times I still get what you meant
Dear Papa
I still hold your hand today
And often we still joke and cuddle
And most times that makes the world pretty okay
Though sometimes our days are too gray
Dear Mama
I don't know why you chose this life
When you sometimes seem regretful
And your family appears to be a strife
And sometimes you're so angry your words cut like knives
Dear Papa
They say you love all living things
It's just a little hard to grasp
With all the absence that your role in our life brings
And you and Mama don't wear wedding rings
Dear Mama
I hope you're happy through it all
And Dear Papa
Hope your world doesn't seem too small
And Dear Parents
You made mistakes along the way
But at least you care about us every day
So may the universe throw our way what it may
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI'm not good at writing poems. I also don't like writing poems. For unknown reasons I write poems from time to time. Without anyone forcing me to, I might have to add. Well, most times... *glares hatefully at her english teacher* If you want to read...
