Throughout these years I've often only missed three things in life. The smile on my father's face, the watch i lost when i was twenty, and my mothers cooking....Happy anniversary to you both. May it go on forever. I love you both.










times got rough when I was young
seeming so eternally long ago
yet I still remember the tears I shed
when I didn’t know who I was
or what life meant

illusions of the grown-up world
haunted my then adolescent mind
how illogical it seems now
the thoughts I would create
of the world against me

yet it didn’t matter how I fought
rebellion led to more dismay
disturbing thoughts; impregnating my mind

simple enough to run away, end it now or face the break of day!

always I pulled for freedom
not knowing its foul taste yet
everyday I’d waste away further
trying to fathom things I could
not yet know.

I think to the love I had then
how I would starve to see her
the things we learned together
though I don’t know her name now,
I knew it then. Before.

I reminisce of my parents
how I was upset to be seen
anyplace near them
the tribulation I would inflict
upon their weary hearts

……………

Now, I still know nothing,
but at least I accept

……………

No,
no longer do I envision
delusions such as those
when younger years reigned my soul...
I’m thankful now, for the patience
my parents had....
now continents apart....
I’d give all I had to hold their hands,
In younger years