Find Out For Yourself Poem by Rhiannon Parvin

When you are little,
They never tell you how difficult life gets,
They don't tell you that losing someone,
Near and dear to your heart,
Almost like a second mother,
Would be so hard and painful.
They don't teach you how to deal with the loss,
Of your aunt, the one who named you and helped raise you.
They don't tell you how hard it would be,
To lose your grandma too,
Close to your heart, shared a bed with you,
And she died of the same thing that took your aunt from you.

They don't teach you how hard it would be,
To deal with the hollow, emptiness left in your chest,
The hole that only the passing loved one could fill.
For with whom you had shared more than a house,
But a room, a common passion for writing.
They don't teach you how to cope,
After losing your best friends since your birth.

They also don't tell you how GOOD life can get.
They don't teach you the joy of gaining a little brother,
Or, in MY case, two.
They don't tell you how good it feels,
To consistantly have friends.

They don't teach you the excitement of gaining,
a second motherly figure.
A person who understands you like some can't.
They don't tell you how good it feels,
To always have someone to talk to.

But then again,
How could they?
No one can experience life for you,
There are just some things, that unfortunately,
You just have to find out for yourself.