To Parents
Never was there such a girl
As this one I know.
It seems God wanted her perfect
Then he made her so.
Surely not,
But so it seems.
The evidence
So brightly gleams.
To hurt her once
Would hurt me tenfold.
Why's it matter
That I'm 20 years old?
Seven extra years
To work out my quirks.
No one but me
Sees these as perks?
If blindness to age
Could spread like a rumor,
We'd get along fine.
I ask for your humor.
The things that divide us
Aren't good at dividing.
If that's not seen plainly,
Your eyes must be hiding.
College, and working,
And driving of cars
Don't make her from Venus
And make me from Mars.
There's school, and there's parents
And music, and sports.
Shared interests galore
Of all kinds and all sorts.
This girl, she is special.
She uses time well.
I pity this verse,
Its inability to tell
What her folks know already
Having known her so long.
She could inspire novels
And many a song.
I wish for her friendship,
To know her, to say,
"I talked to this girl,
just the other day..."
Written in 2002
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