You

I made mistakes.
I made wrongs.
I did stuff you didn't like.
I I made my own mistakes,
I live with them.

You made mistakes.
You made me cry.
You wanted what was right for me.
You made me feel wrothless.

I left to be on my own.
I took my own path.
I try to make something of myself.
I struggle to make it.

You pushed me to work harder.
You showed me, I coould make it.
You had a big in packed in my life.

I had to change.
You showed me what I needed to know.
I needed to learn right from wrong on my own.

You are not my parents.
You are people who helped raise me.
You help in who I am to day.

By
Rebecca

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Romano commented on You

06-09-2009

The pushing to make one better and learn to appreciate life and what it has to offer, to know that someone cared enough to make sure you lived and learn to live the way you want

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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