You.
The mother who should have loved you
didn't
the father who should have raised you
couldn't
The boy who should have stood by you
wouldn't
And yet you carried on
you barely reached my shoulder,
but when I faltered,
you carried on
and when she raged,
you carried on
And when it seemed all was lost,
you carried on
And when you might have run,
you didn't, couldn't, wouldn't.
Every day
I thank the God I don't believe in
for You
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Nine Poems for Girls Who Won't Read Them
PoetryA collection of poems for the dear friends I'll never meet again. ... and for the devil we cast out, times eight. This is my confession.