Now that you’re tall and a man
no one can tell you what you can
or can not do so silence says it all.
I carried you when you were small
treated you like a rose, until you rose.
Now you don’t pick up my call
and even yell when I redial.
Mom says it’s a generation gap
but to me it feels like a slap.
Not because it’s the vogue
it’s right or acceptable.
Listen and silent are spelled
with the same letters you know.
Think about this:silence
from loved ones is the loudest.
I can’t forget how many times
you’ve hurt me with your words
and how many times I went quiet
trying to find the words or answers.
Now that you are big, your hurts
are deeper and harder to forget.
But what hurts the most is that
I can’t remember our lovey dovey times!
I don’t even have pictures of those
sweet memories with you, cause
all that plays in mind are flashbacks
of your attitude and angry words.
After all a family is rose tree that bears
a rose and a thorn; I will be the rose
and you be the thorn watered always
with love that can't be torn even by hurt.
Author's Notes: Inspired by: It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness.""― Chuck Palahniuk