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Thinking about when I was small,
Back to a time when I thought I knew it all.
Strong willed, stubborn, and naive,
No one could change what I believed.

My father would try to teach me right,
But all I wanted to do was fight.
My mother tried to steer me clear,
From all the bad things she knew were near.

Never did I give them the credit they deserved,
Though many times their voice I heard.
Reminding me to choose the path less traveled,
To keep my life from becoming totally unraveled.

Now I look back with a tear in my eye,
At how fast those years have passed me by.
I had struggles, but I turned out all right,
Thanks to my parents constant fight.

Thanks mom and dad for never giving up on me,
Even when times I refused to see.
Your influence has turned my life around,
Happiness and peace of mind is what I have found.
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When I Was Small

Contributed by Jeff_Scott_Morehead on Saturday, 1st November 2003 @ 11:03:34 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



When I Was Small

Thinking about when I was small,
Back to a time when I thought I knew it all.
Strong willed, stubborn, and naive,
No one could change what I believed.

My father would try to teach me right,
But all I wanted to do was fight.
My mother tried to steer me clear,
From all the bad things she knew were near.

Never did I give them the credit they deserved,
Though many times their voice I heard.
Reminding me to choose the path less traveled,
To keep my life from becoming totally unraveled.

Now I look back with a tear in my eye,
At how fast those years have passed me by.
I had struggles, but I turned out all right,
Thanks to my parents constant fight.

Thanks mom and dad for never giving up on me,
Even when times I refused to see.
Your influence has turned my life around,
Happiness and peace of mind is what I have found.




Copyright © Jeff_Scott_Morehead ... [ 2003-11-01 23:03:34]
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Re: When I Was Small (User Rating: 1 )
by Schnikes13 on Saturday, 1st November 2003 @ 11:10:50 PM AEST
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So sweet.

I too didn't give my parents enough credit. Our parents often do so much for us, and we don't thank them enough.

Great write.


Re: When I Was Small (User Rating: 1 )
by LovingWhispers on Saturday, 1st November 2003 @ 11:12:30 PM AEST
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Not sure why..but you put a tear in my eyes..
I think its the sincerity with which you have written this.It has a really beautiful rhythm and flows so well.Bravo!!


Re: When I Was Small (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Saturday, 1st November 2003 @ 11:20:27 PM AEST
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Jeff, that was just great. Isn't it true that we never appreciate until it's just too late!
What a wonderful tribute to your loving parents that never gave up on you. You are truly blesses through and through!
Beautiful poetry!
I read it three times already!
Lovingcritters
Con sue


Re: When I Was Small (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 2nd November 2003 @ 12:54:25 AM AEST
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Oh Jeff, this is truly an amazing tribute to your parents.... I'm sure they know how much you appreciate them.....
Hugs
Jenni




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