Bountiful memories fill up the empty void

Empty

It wasn’t an empty void left,

Even though that’s was how it felt.

The parents who tended to your every need,

As a child starting the university of life directed by the Dean.

For that’s how it seemed in your eyes,

Because in your teens you often wanted to have your say.

But you were mostly expected to obey their points of view,

Causing no love lost between you and loosening the bond of weave.

As you got older and realised you were special to them,

You do everything too to show how much they meant.

You wonder how you could make up the time that slip,

But time and time waits for no man, becomes a bitter pill.

Memories of them are what you have left,

A bountiful lot to cherish and it is deeply heartfelt.

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