Many days have come and gone,
Sadly, it has been so long,
Since last we saw your face.
Then I’ll come home,
The world has little gems to be shown,
I don’t want you to be alone.
Dear, we know you love us so,
But life does demand you go.
Bittersweet as fate may be,
It’s time for you to just live free.
Chase your dreams, because in life there are no guarantees.
What if I want to come home?
Somedays, out here all alone,
I feel that I do nothing but roam.
In my never-ending roam,
I feel as though I’ll dissipate like sea foam.
Dear, you are never alone.
You will always have a home,
But you won’t always have time to roam.
Being lost is the only way to find what’s in you, so you cannot yet head home.
Take this chance to chase what you have always known,
To be your fate because one day you will find you have grown,
To old to enjoy the roam.
Remember you are not alone…
So, chase your dreams knowing there are no guarantees,
Except the promise that your Dad and I will always be,
Here supporting you in chasing your dream.
Many days have come and gone,
Sadly, it has been so long,
Writing you is not something I intentionally prolonged.
But there’s someone I recently got to know,
They are one-in-a-million; I feel like I won the lotto.
I want to say thank you, Mom and Dad, for making me go,
The world is filled with a lot I still wish to know.
Bittersweet as fate may be,
Thank you for making me experience what it is to be free,
My dreams only able to be reached because of the support you
give me.
Many days have come and gone,
The only letters in the mail from your Aunt,
But I knew you were fine because out there in the world is where you are meant to be.
I am glad your dreams have come to be,
That you have met such a sweetie,
And that your fate is as happy as I did foresee.
Remember, it won’t always be as you believe,
But fate will work out eventually.
So, long as you stay strong and happy,
Life will be better than you ever believed it could be.
We love and support you Dear, so just keep chasing your dream.
In the mirror a stranger stares at me,
Wisdom in her eyes I see.
Wrinkles on her hands, like branches of a tree,
They reveal who she has grown up to be.
A startling realization when you learn life is not how it used to be,
That life does not always go as you believe.
Fate has never been easy to confront, and it has no referee,
This is something you have taught me.
Through your guidance I learned to make something of the debris,
You have taught me that fate is nothing to fear when tackled
properly.
You were always right; I should chase my dreams because life
offers no guarantees.
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for sending me a postcard when I
needed your comforting.
So, in 2013 I wrote a poem called, Send me a postcard. I was reading it today and thinking of ways to fix it...it needs a lot of editing still, but instead of fixing it I thought, "What if they had a daughter (or son)." Thus, Thank you for sending me a postcard was born! The idea is that the child goes off to college, then starts working in a big city, falls in love, has some rough patches, and is a little lost along the way. They send postcards back and forth with their mom/dad to cheer them up and get advice. The couple that sent each other postcards in the other poem keep the tradition alive with their child, who will continue the cycle by doing this with their loved one someday and then their children. I just thought it was a cute idea. This is just a rough draft so add any comments or suggestions. I may decide to add some illusionary devices into it later or fixing the rhyming schema more, but for now, this is it. Enjoy!
