Toy Plane

Thu, 06/20/2019 - 05:21 -- sym2315

When you see that toy airplane fly never any doubts in you mind,

Suddenly that time goes by and those toys are lost in the depths of time….

Mom seems to be struggling with those simple tasks

Dad isn't around for you to ask for the help you need.

It all becomes clear that growing up is something instant

Once you were fragile and now strong from the trials of tribulation

Being an adult means living through the worst of it

Only to come out knowing your purpose.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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