I wasnt raised in a huge house
or fed with a golden spoon,
i wasnt raised with a lot of money
and i wasnt raised to live out my parents dreams,
but to dream my own
I wasnt raised to walk to popular path,
but to create my own
I wasnt raised with material things
but somethings great
i was raised with love,
and thats all i need
thanks you you
i am who i am,
and im glad to call you my parents
What a beautiful poem. I think you should type it up nice and give it to them for their anniversary or father's day or Christmas or something.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.