Growing

There is love, hate, happiness, bitterness Your lessons were heard, not grasped Until now there was no willingness to listen Until now I didn't realize that you were right You knew what you were talking about It's a shame I didn't realize that sooner However, you cannot tell a child what is true It is a lesson they must learn on their own, despite how long it takes You cannot hear me, you must know that I heard you And now that you are no longer here to guide me, I take your words and keep them with me I hope you are at peace as I try to find some peace of my own You, and your precious words are not forgotten