Post by sweetest17sin on Feb 12, 2004 1:32:46 GMT -5
this isnt a poem...it is more of a prose, but its for my parents so i wanted to post it here instead...
No matter what they’re always there for you. Always have been, and always will be. They rejoice with you through the happy times and cry with you through the sad. They’re the ones secrets can’t be hidden from. They’re the ones that scare the monsters away. They’re the ones that really do have eyes in the back of their heads. Their love is unconditional. You’re their pride and joy. They’re your parents.
When asked whom I admire, two people always come to my mind, my mom and dad. The older I get, the more I look up to, and respect, them. Most kids my age would need to be bribed to say the things I do about my parents. They’re embarrassed of them, ashamed of them. I consider myself lucky.
Maybe a part of the little girl in my never really left. Remember when it was “cool” to have your mom chaperone a field trip, or when spending a weekend with your dad was fun? I must have missed that step in growing up where even mentioning the word mom or ad gave you a straight shot to Loser Ville. I’ve never had a problem involving my parents in my life.
I consider my parents my best friends. I feel no shame in opening up to, and being completely honest with, them. When I know a weekend is coming up that I get to spend with just mom or dad, I’m bursting with joy. Going out to eat with my parents, baking with my mom, family vacations, weekends with my dad, and countless other events have created some of my favorite memories.
I love my parents. I could never ask for a better mom or dad. I’d be lost without either of them. My parents are a part of me. Without them, there would be no me. My parents are beautiful, caring, and fun people, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
No matter what they’re always there for you. Always have been, and always will be. They rejoice with you through the happy times and cry with you through the sad. They’re the ones secrets can’t be hidden from. They’re the ones that scare the monsters away. They’re the ones that really do have eyes in the back of their heads. Their love is unconditional. You’re their pride and joy. They’re your parents.
When asked whom I admire, two people always come to my mind, my mom and dad. The older I get, the more I look up to, and respect, them. Most kids my age would need to be bribed to say the things I do about my parents. They’re embarrassed of them, ashamed of them. I consider myself lucky.
Maybe a part of the little girl in my never really left. Remember when it was “cool” to have your mom chaperone a field trip, or when spending a weekend with your dad was fun? I must have missed that step in growing up where even mentioning the word mom or ad gave you a straight shot to Loser Ville. I’ve never had a problem involving my parents in my life.
I consider my parents my best friends. I feel no shame in opening up to, and being completely honest with, them. When I know a weekend is coming up that I get to spend with just mom or dad, I’m bursting with joy. Going out to eat with my parents, baking with my mom, family vacations, weekends with my dad, and countless other events have created some of my favorite memories.
I love my parents. I could never ask for a better mom or dad. I’d be lost without either of them. My parents are a part of me. Without them, there would be no me. My parents are beautiful, caring, and fun people, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
