As I look into my father's eyes
and my mother's warm smile,
I can't help but smile myself,
and think of these two

The two whose helping hands
taught me to balance, to walk,
who's bright, kind faces
taught me to smile.

I'm one of the lucky ones,
with a family
stuck together like
peanut butter and jelly.

Sure times get tough,
being a teen,
I get frustrated.
But my family is always there.

No matter what happens,
if I'm injured or
heartbroken,
we all comfort each other.

I work hard to
make those two proud,
I always want them to approve,
and say, "My daughter made the right choices."

I love you, Mom.
I love you, Dad.
And I never, ever,
want you to forget that.