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Chad's Poetry Page! |
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For Father
I packed up my bags, Moved away for high school. You came back home, And I was gone. Oh, how it must have ripped Your whole heart apart. But I am the man I am now, Because you were there for me When I was young.
We have our differences and argue About what I am to do With my life, My future. We are far from seeing eye to eye, and from the outside it may seem our relationship has died. But despite all of this, I know you love me, And my love for you cannot be undone. I must confess: It is good to be your son.
- Chad M. Seybt |
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To my special person
My heart bursts with joy every time I see you smile, hear you laugh, or know you're happy. More time have you spent on me than yourself, even when I hurt you. My life means more to you than your own.
Of all the people on this earth you have loved me continually, completely, and selflessly. On my heart you imprinted the image of Christ and continue to do so.
Teachings have I received from you that I will remember forever. Teachings of selflessness, of discipline, of Christ, of love. The things I love, you love also; maybe it is because you loved them first that I love them.
Hurting you, hurts me in a way I never thought possible. Hearing you cry rips me apart from the inside out. Having you hold me puts me back together again.
Every day I think of you. Even when I felt that I was in a hole I could never escape, you stretched out your hand and picked me up.
Real love is what you have shown me. Remember this when I am grown up and married: you will always be the love of my life.
- Chad M. Seybt |
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These poems were written for my parents. I gave my mom's to her on Mother's Day a couple of years ago. I gave my dad's to him last year for Christmas. |
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