Treasure Island

Marnie Theron


Me


I am me.
The most important thing you gave me.
The life in me i owe to you, you were there..
Always there for everything.
For the good you smiled. For the bad you cried. I am me.
With you i smile and want to hug.
With you i cry and need a hug.
You gave me live, you gave me everything.
Being me was hard sometimes, and i know that it made you cry.
But most of all you never gave up on me.

Me, a moment of truth to you.
My everything i owe to you.

Love and courage you gave me, to the darkest hour you always knew.
My love is eternity to you.

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014
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To my mother, and grandmother.
The most important people in my life. In me.

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