Back when you were Mommy’s little man,
or Daddy’s little princess,
grown-ups were gods.
They always had the answers,
always fixed what was broken,
healed all injuries and bellyaches,
and, of course, were made of steel.
Young adulthood brings the realization
that grown-ups are definitely not gods.
Mom can’t fix everything for you,
and Dad can’t send afflictions packing with a kiss.
They aren’t the invincible beings we once saw them as.
They are complex human individuals
made up of many components.
They’re all strung together with intricate threads-
threads of dishonesty, bitterness, hatred and ignorance,
bigotry, prejudice, hypocrisy, and cowardice.
They battle temptations, addictions,
character flaws, and wrong decisions.
Frustration gets to them, as does desperation.
Sometimes, they even break down and cry.
Though this realization is a hard one to accept,
and we often long for that childhood security,
it’s only right that we try to look past our parents’ faults,
keeping in mind that the apple does not fall far from the tree,
and embrace all of their goodness.
In doing so, we better ourselves as people,
and become grown-up gods for our own children.
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very true and such a wonderful write!!! I think this is my favorite by you!!!!! Sorry I havent been on in a while life has been busy over here!!!!!
Excellent piece once again!!!!!
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Thanks so much! As always, I'm so glad you liked this.
I understand you on the busy- good lord, things have been nuts here too. My mom died about a month ago, I just moved in with some family yesterday, I'm just trying to work, unpack, get my driver's license, sell my car, buy a car. . . insanity.
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This is so true...very true.Sometimes i wish i was a kid again, coz i had no worries. I get scared a lot now, because sometimes i feel like am alone.
You wrote this well, beautiful words.I like your background too.
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Thank you so much for the very kind words.
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