This is Why I Love Poetry

Thu, 10/22/2015 - 19:26 -- Rhoüwe
I was told my mom saw ugly faces
when she looked at a mirror.
But I could never understand
how such a thing was possible.
Until I saw ugly faces on the mirror myself.
 
I was also told my dad would drown in a bottle,
every night; he simply disappeared.
And I couldn't understand 
how my dad wasn't my dad.
Until I got fucked up myself.
 
My mom is the most beautiful woman I know.
She would read me wonderful poems
when I was younger, to alleviate her stress.
But I could never understand,
why reading to me made her feel so happy.
Until I read those same poems to her.
 
My dad is the wisest man I know.
He used to write poems for me
when we were younger.
To redeem himself of his regrets.
And I couldn't understand
how a poem can liberate a soul.
Until I wrote my first poem for him.
This poem is about: 
My family

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