I'm sitting on the couch, watching you struggle to put your shoes on. Thinking, how did such a strong man, become this. The once fearless man, albeit angry, was now struggling to tie his shoes. So I fight with myself, do I get down and help you? ..or do I let you continue to have a go at it so you can that you can still tie your shoes? I don't care about your dignity, I don't want you to struggle. I sit on the floor in front of you, finish tying your shoes, and remind you of how we've been here before. When I was 6 and learning how to tie shoes, much to my dismay, sandals were my everything. And you look down at me, and smile, even give a little chuckle. And I smile to myself, because I know that even in your hardest times, you find a way to smile. The rough and tough man I used to know still lives somewhere in you, and it's okay that he doesn't come out much anymore. I'd rather have this new you, instead of no you. I love you.
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yours truly
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Poetrythe ramblings of a girl with a never ending thought train.
