Thank You
Thank you
I Love you
I've grown up because of you
Do you remember me?
I remember you
We've met....
No not face to face
Not even word to word
But I know you, I lived with you
Did I go to war?
No
But I know you
You're my dad
My brothers in all but blood
My uncles
My grandparents
The women who taught me how to fight
The ones who've waited on the other side night by night
The list only continues to go on
The people I've grown up surrounded by
Who have taught me how to live my life
Thank you
For the freedom to be
Just a kid
Just a doctor
Just me
I don't know how we ever got so lucky
To have people like you
You protect those from one month to infinity
Because of you we are free
But I know you gave up things to be
The men and women we honor
Who we see as heroes even though you may deny it vehemently
I know because
I know you
To me you are so many people
The dad who could never run with me but coached all the same
The boy I grew up with who lost his own life
My uncle whose ears still ring with the pain
My grandparents who taught me how to live strong and right
The women who taught me a punch is just as strong as holding a firm word in a fight
The husbands and wives who have shown me how much patience and love can prevail
This is my community
This is my family
It takes a village to raise a child
Now I'm older and finally understand
The lessons they have taught me have transformed a girl to a young woman
I can't thank you, love you, remember you enough
I'll still be that little girl who lives at the end of the street
And knows what others can't see
The one says thank for each little thing
Because that's how I was raised and how I'll stay
I will be the one who bakes cookies on valentines day just to give them a way
A token of love returned for what I can't comprehend but know you've done
The one who on graduation day says thank you for those who helped her find her way
The ones who helped me learn right from wrong and remain standing strong
The one who will see your face in a crowd and never forget
The words of wisdom, hope, love, and sacrifice that you gift
The woman who every May will go to the grave
Of her brother in all but blood and leave a white lily on his grave