To My

To my mother, my dad, my friends and myself; this poem is written to you.

My mother, though we never said a word 

You've been there whenever, whenever you're first 

I've been the sort of kid, who never learns 

But you pick me up, everytime it gets worst 

My dad, though we never really talk a lot 

I can see the pain behind you as you walk 

I'm not a son who'd offer much gain or trust 

But you won't be alone, together down this path 

My friends, though we're gonna' part our ways 

I still have imprints of memories inside my head 

There was never just you, or me or them 

We're together now, and we'll be together then 

Myself, I've looked in the mirror so many times 

I've lost my confidence, I've lost the courage to drive 

Sometimes I pick myself up, and I ask why 

But sometimes, ask why not - don't just cry 

Author's Note

I don't know what to say...

Reviews

[Shreyas Tripathy]

This poem touched my heart !!!
We usually fail to thank the ones who are supposed thank the most !!
Heart touching poem :)