I've been trying to write this poem for years, far before any outward provocation.
You are an inspiring individual, and I feel, more than any other poem I've written, that this must be good.
It just must be good!
But the result of each effort, I deem unworthy for your eyes.
I may never reach it, but this is my grand attempt.
Patty, you mean so much to me-
Yesterday at the party, that talk you gave me meant the world.
My dad hasn't made a single mention of me leaving.
And my mum sees it as a new adventure, only.
I promise I will give it my all and be busy often enough to temporarily quell my emotions.
Yet I know you are right, and I'm glad I have you-
Your past triumphs of going to New York to pursue your passion and write, inspires me entirely.
And your blessing of sorts, and advice, to embrace the catharsis of crying and all, was something I needed.
You seem so strong, yet open, and I still have the battle in my head between hard independence and soft emotion.
But it comforts me to hear that someone so brave who once filled the shoes I'm stepping into had the same worries that are being unearthed for me.
It seems a good parallel, but I'm not sure, since you left home for a big city in order to embrace academia and art-
And that is what I ardently am aiming for.
You truly mean the world to me.
I may not be able to show it outwardly, since it seems harder and harder to show my sappy side to family as I get older.
I'm a pushover with my friends, but with family I feel so stoic, though deep love runs through my veins.
With my friends I can falter and reveal the tangled up onslaught of feelings, since they understand- they are mostly teenagers too.
So my mushy poetry is easier written for them, since the adoration is newly grown.
With you, you have always been there.
You know every facet of me, so I feel delving any deeper into my emotions, will just seem obvious.
But you are such an inspiration to me-
I am so honored to have you in my life, as an constant source of inspiration.
Your passion is vivid and infectious-
I can't help thinking my love for literary arts rubbed off on me from you and Liz and Boodaddy.
And as I think of the journey I'm about to embark on, I realize how much you've taught me, and how much I hope to emulate your essence.
I see so much of Boomama and Boodaddy in you, though you are your own.
You are such a courageous spirit, you have been through so much-
Still, you stay kind and open and generous- you are so authentic and I don't doubt that you always speak your mind.
I dream of having the sort of courage and passion you embody.
Your soul and past and aura are all so fascinating.
You've experienced so much, and you carry on regally despite any hardships of your past or present.
The way you keep yourself open to those you love, yet still keeping the profound fire within you, without singeing those who love you is magnificent-
In how you cherish your beliefs and keep fighting for right, I truly wish I had chosen you as a confirmation sponsor, and I'm sorry that I didn't.
But I see what I hope to become in the way you are.
You know that I love you; that goes without saying-
And seeing you yesterday made the already shining day so much brighter!
I am so glad that you've always been there for me, and I hope you understand how much you mean to me.
Though this daft poem is only scratching the surface of what I feel-
I'll write another, I'm sure, when I'm more able to tap into the raw emotions.
But honestly, the person I am is thanks in no small part to your influence, and I strive to become closer to the wondrous person you are.
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