There is love, hate, happiness, bitterness
Your lessons were heard, not grasped
Until now there was no willingness to listen

Until now I didn't realize that you were right
You knew what you were talking about

It's a shame I didn't realize that sooner
However, you cannot tell a child what is true

It is a lesson they must learn on their own, despite how long it takes
You cannot hear me, you must know that I heard you

And now that you are no longer here to guide me, I take your words and keep them with me
I hope you are at peace as I try to find some peace of my own

You, and your precious words are not forgotten


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