Jan 2014
Written on this paper
Is your daughter's love letter
For a man with great valor
And a woman with such honor
She hopes this will convey
The feelings she long to say
The words she couldn't utter
Even though it really matter
So pardon her for not speaking
For keeping all she's feeling
Verbal wasn't her language
In pen and paper can she only engage
For all the love and sacrifice
That no gratitude could suffice
Received through the years
Save the occasional tears
For all the pain and heartache
Your heart had to take
Forgiveness is what she's asking
Hoping for your understanding
And please remember you two
Despite its absence
The praise "I love you"
Is written in every sentence
Is your daughter's love letter
For a man with great valor
And a woman with such honor
She hopes this will convey
The feelings she long to say
The words she couldn't utter
Even though it really matter
So pardon her for not speaking
For keeping all she's feeling
Verbal wasn't her language
In pen and paper can she only engage
For all the love and sacrifice
That no gratitude could suffice
Received through the years
Save the occasional tears
For all the pain and heartache
Your heart had to take
Forgiveness is what she's asking
Hoping for your understanding
And please remember you two
Despite its absence
The praise "I love you"
Is written in every sentence
I love writing poems.. love writing about anything I want to write about and then I would excitedly show it to my best friend after that I'll hide it away. But then I realized that shouldn't my parents see it as well? See this side of me? The hopeless romantic part, the part that loves writing stories and poems?? It was about time I introduce to them this part of me right? So last Christmas 2013, I decided to write a poem about them and then give to them as my Christmas gift. Hopefully they loved it.
