UnderstandingWhy do people always question the things we do or say?More Like This
Why do they always want an in depth commentary as to why we feel the things we feel the do the things we do?
Why can they just not respect our feelings and understand half the time we ourselves do not know we feel these things or act spontaneously?
Would you question why a mother loves her child?
Would you question why one person likes blue but not yellow?
Why must people have the need to know the reason for everything?
Why can they just be happy with one answer?
Why, why, why, they ask
They are never happy with just one answer
Why do they get upset when my opinion is given?
When they asked for it in the first place
Religion, politics, music, food, people
They ask, they pry
They always want to know why
So I sit in the corner mouth unmoving
Not answering their questions
Knowing they will always question my answers
Knowing they will pick them apart, criticizing them
I do not expect them to accept my opinions or feelings
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A loving man
And sometimes a feisty guy
Kindness in those yellow/green eyes
A roof, a bed and food in my belly
You give your sweat and blood to see us all happy
Your big strong hands that I thought could break trees with as a child
I knew could also be gentle
You made me strong
You made me tough
But you also taught me to love
With big hugs, warm kisses and loving cuddles
You taught me how to survive
You taught me to always use my brain
I learn from you every day
Showing me how to change my oil or tape a house
Your stories always make me laugh
No matter how many times you tell them
You taught be to strive for better things
You taught me it’s okay to go out in the world no matter how scary it may be
But that you will always be there if I need you and you know I always will
Sometimes you may not understand me but you’re always there to hold me
Be the shoulder that I can cry on
You say you’re not smart, you say you’re not wise