Make My Parents Proud

by believeinlove87   Jul 8, 2012

If you look on my bedroom wall, you'll
find a collage of pictures in a heart of my parents,
every night I find myself in a daze staring at them
wondering what life would be like if they were
still alive.

Would my mom had overcome her addiction?
Would my dads health finally had gotten better?
I tend to close my eyes remembering
a happy time when we were all together,
smiling and laughing like families should,
but than reality sets in; my brother and i are the
only ones left.

Sometimes I just want to give up, to just be with them again,
but then in the back of my head I hear their voices saying
" Don't do that, We raised you to be better than that,"
All I want is to just make them proud, But at the same time
I crave to be back in their arms, though disappointing
my parents is never an option.

Now instead of one, I have two beautiful guardian angels
watching over me from above, the questioning of
how life would be if they were still alive will never leave,
the empty feeling inside me will never get filled,
all that's left to do is succeed in life to make my parents proud.

-- venting --


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  • 7 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    Wow , this is amazing such a deep poem the emotions just leap off the page

    You do make them proud
    Believe me

    May they rest in peace

    Just realised I've commented twice lol
    I said to myself this sounds so familiar lol

  • 8 years ago

    by anonymous

    I'm sorry for your losts hun... keep your head up and stay strong.. and Amen to you now having two wonderful guardian angels watching over you now. You're always in my prayers..

    Much love babz!

  • 8 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    They are proud of you

    Your an amazing writer


  • 8 years ago

    by DirtRoadGirl

    I love you hunny <3

  • 8 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Wow, what as powerful peice of writing. You have captured that emotion so well in which you feel trapped between missing them and wating to be with them, and making them proud. I think anyone who has lost someone close to them can relate to that feeling of worry about what they would be thinking now.

    I think they would be proud of your writing, and you should be too.