Thankful

(A poem I wrote when I was 15)

I’d like to thank a few people in my life
My mother who was always willing to provide
More than she could afford
My brother who was always there by my side
Yet lived to his own accord
My grandmother, who was always filled with advice
She had wisdom stacked high on her memory shelf
My father who, in his absence, was wise
In teaching me how to depend on myself
But above all, I’d like to thank you
For teaching me how to become the woman I am
You have filled my life with all goodness and virtue
And in it, taught me how to become as thankful as I am

NOOB POEM
Now, the cynical critic in me JUST HAD TO mock this poem…bit by bit
I’d like to thank a few people in my life
(I must’ve thought I was at an award ceremony or something)
My mother who was always willing to provide
More than she could afford
(Nobody takes money off his or her mom as much as Ali and I do!)
My brother who was always there by my side
Yet lived to his own accord
(Meaning he was only nice when he wanted something)
My grandmother, who was always filled with advice
She had wisdom stacked high on her memory shelf
(Sometimes a bit tooo high)
My father who, in his absence, was wise
In teaching me how to depend on myself
(Can u just FEEL the bitterness??)
But above all, I’d like to thank you
(I honestly can’t remember who ‘you’ was!!)
For teaching me how to become the woman I am
(Obviously I thought I was all fully grown and stable, but don’t all 15 -year-olds think that?)
You have filled my life with all goodness and virtue
(PLEASE!)
And in it, taught me how to become as thankful as I am
(Honestly though, if only I could remember who the ‘you’ was...I’d be much more grateful!)