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Beverly Hsu Poem
Celine Dion singing quietly in the background
It's all coming back to me now
There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light...
You made growing up seem like so much fun anyhow
My childhood was colorful and exciting thanks to you;
You made sure that it was nothing like your own.
You taught me everything that I know, and so much more
Folding up clothes that we've outgrown
You tell me that everyone has a past that they shouldn't be judged for,
That everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.
And I'm growing up already
Year after year after every birthday
Seeing this world with a whole new perspective
I can tell that life isn't perfect
You try to hide it, I know that you do
You believed that we needed to learn as much as we needed to rollick
But I can still hear those hushed voices behind closed doors
Distant sobbing when you think that no one is awake
You try your hardest to stay strong for the sake of us
Those late-night phone calls that cause heartaches
Standing up for us, defending us
You are the anchor that keeps us from drifting
You're always there to pick us up
From places that attracted us but led us to falling
But you were history with the slamming of the door and I made myself so strong again somehow...
You tell me that every obstacle and misfortune makes us stronger
That God has already planned everything for us
That we should learn to control our anger
Thank you, mother
For everything that you do
The journey you set foot on with so much baggage, turned out to be your life
It hasn't been easy for you
You are a blessing
An angel
And my whole world
Thank you for being my role model
Copyright © Beverly Hsu | Year Posted 2017
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Beverly Hsu Poem
Lying in bed on a dark gloomy night,
thinking about the monsters under there.
Asking my mom if they would come and bite,
not knowing why they couldn't stay elsewhere.
Falling asleep after endless stories,
of princes and princesses and rainbows;
faraway lands so pleasing and at ease;
castles, magic, super powers and snow.
These sugars can't manage to keep away,
storms and bad guys and demons and nightmares.
So what is the point of it, if I may?
Is the real world too much for kids to bear?
And if so should we choose to fight or flight?
Oh so much thought for a single dark night.
Copyright © Beverly Hsu | Year Posted 2017
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