You idolised your mother; a woman I barely tolerate
You were rude and naïve - I suppose I have perspective
We both laugh at our own jokes, but your laugh incites a chorus
You were loud and now I admire your confidence in talking to strangers because I can't talk on the phone
Pleasing others was never your forte; its not mine either, but then again You never wanted it to be
I've traded in your youth for my straight A's
I've lost the excitement of a B+ and gained the fear of falling
Icarus will become my future and learning to understand that reference will become yours
At least I can drive
At least I have a job
At least I have two Christmases
You have all the confidence I lack and all the joy I wish I had back
You make me feel like I'm moving backwards, because it is to You I compare myself every night instead of sleeping.
Note: This is probably my favourite poem so far and the other one being handed in to my teacher. I showed my brother and he was pretty surprised with what he read. I also showed it to my friend; he tried to analyse it and got everything wrong. You guys should try if you want: I'll let you know if you get anything right.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoesíaThe poems I write when I can't sleep or can't find the right words; lame, I know.