Papa Bear

I remeber growing up as your baby cub.

You taught me how to care for myself incase you were not there.

Well now you are not here and I am still a lost cub.

I know you are watching over me, but I feel like that is not the same.

And I feel ,just alittle ,that I am to blame.

You have taught me to always keep my head up, but I tend to think that is to keep

tears from falling.

You saw potential in me, and I just keep stalling.

What am I waiting for?

My papa cub is still with me.

Just want to hear you say just one more time, that you are proud of me.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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