Slow changes

I am trying my hardest to become more than who I am.
I’m doing it for you. Please try to understand.
The metamorphosis you hate
Is the change that puts food on your plate.
And the words that settle like frost
so cold
Are the words that have held you
as you grow old.
The hands that are rough try to be gentle for you
But I’m sorry if the transition isn’t always so smooth.
I know that you’re young.
But I’m still young, too.
And the fear that you feel
Is fear we both share.
The nights that you hate spending
alone
Are the nights that I’m working
to give you a home
And a tomorrow
That will love you as much as I do.


LC Anderson High School

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