A Thank You
Those days when we were children
Sometimes I reminisce
About if we could repeat them
And all the naps I’ve missed
The pillow fights the cookie mouse
And running in the breeze
The squirt gun fights the LEGO house
And stains on all my sleeves
My mother often pulls my chain
But she truly is a saint
Her caring arms can heal my pain
And wipe my tears away
So despite I’m always tired
And I’d love to take a break
This life that I’ve acquired
Is too good not to take
So thanks to all my brothers
Who helped to make me strong
And thanks to many others
Who helped me all along
I promise in this moment
Though the future always looms
That when the night is over
Tomorrow I will bloom.
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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems
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