Poem in praise of my parents

POETRY SLAM BEAT WORKSHOP

Poem in Praise of my Parents

I suppose it hasn’t been easy living with me either,

with my childish tantrums, and ups and downs, my need for freedom

libra troublemaker and hearing music out loud when you’re trying to sleep and you, interrupting me in the middle of a thousand music pieces

did someone knock on the door? the time you stopped a music in the middle of our drive over this cheesy Italy and into the snowy Alps,

the Cure singing, our surrounding singing in us

the triumph of our free spirits in the air

me about to dive into my teenager thoughts, and you

you saying something about your jobs

hoping that it would all go away

but we cling to each other

as if each thought the other was the missing piece of a puzzle

and we would be alone, as in this puzzled life

unable to explain, all the pieces slowly dismantling,    

counteracting the good, perfect system, and unbalancing nature

but still we hang the pictures of our highlight moments:

baby’s first steps, and magical pictures of our genuine laughs,

set out our turkish tea cups, vietnamese chopsticks

hammer your morrocan marriage cloths into the sledge of Tagus river

then I stumble thru silence into the way out

leaving you two in the peace of your sleep

like kids in love who never grew up

and I slipped from my nest, and I learned how to fly

before I was thrown onto this scary new life, and my only true hope

was to rely on the amazing years that you helped provide

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