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Poetry By: nenao

A poem about my relationship with my family... Enjoy :)

Submitted:Apr 14, 2013    Reads: 27    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

I asked for a home,

A home is what they gave.

My family is to protect me.

My family is to keep me safe.

Their job was done,

yet they still do it,

to be there for me.

I just wish i knew it.

Yet I grew with greed,

I also grew with guilt.

I am like a flower in the winter,

I am starting to wilt.

I know deeply that,

I love me family.

And they love me too,

yet rarely we are all happy...

I wonder why

I never thought

about how we feel,

about how we fought.


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