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Too Late

Updated on March 26, 2011

Where would we be without your perseverance?

You always do everything for us

Working for a very long day

Heart’s happiness was to hold on to

A goal of giving us a good future

You supported us to pursue our dreams

An inspiration to every discouragement

We learned and stood up with our own skills

You crafted us to believe in ourselves

Always ready for what life may be able to bring

We really did felt so blessed and lucky

We had you in this journey

We really did try

To do our best in everyday

To return the immeasurable sacrifices you gave us

Now we got the chance

But we could not see you anymore

Cause death drifted us apart

All we got here are the memories in our hearts

We realized it’s too late.

This poem is for my parents who passed away. As a daughter, it so frustrating that some of the plans and dreams we had together were unfulfilled. For my mom who died so sickly and for my dad whom had sudden death wherever you are, i hope you will feel how grateful I am that I am one of your daughter. I miss you and still love all the memories we had together.


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      raisingme 7 years ago from Fraser Valley, British Columbia

      That is an absolutely astounding poem. From wherever your parents are now holding you in their hearts they must be extremely proud of you. I know that I would be, if you were my daughter.

      Honestly one of the loveliest poems I have ever read!

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      minesgm 7 years ago from Texas

      Sometimes, we rarely speak about how we are loving them so much but as long as the things we do could express, i guess it's a good supplement on how we feel inside our hearts.

      Thanks a lot for dropping by.

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      marisuewrites 7 years ago from USA

      Hi minesgm, I understand exactly what you mean, having lost both of my parents. We can never tell those whom we love how and why too often. Say it now, if it speaks of love is my motto.

      Hold the temper, and loudly or softly speak the love, often! Thanks for reminding me.

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      minesgm 7 years ago from Texas

      @travel_man, yes kababayan, we really are so blessed to have the feeling of being loved by our parents. It's a good memories to share to our children. Thanks for dropping by.

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      Ireno Alcala 7 years ago from Bicol, Philippines

      You were really inspired when you wrote this, dedicating to your parents. My father died because of lung cancer (he's a chain smoker, hate it) but I cherish the friendship that developed between us during his later years. Thanks for this hub. It rekindle memories about my 'Tatay'.

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      minesgm 7 years ago from Texas

      thanks a lot Girish1000, I am so happy to hear that compliment.

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      Girish1000 7 years ago from India

      I think you have great skills to write more poems, i like your poem and thoughts for your parents.

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      minesgm 7 years ago from Texas

      @akhimamun, i thank you for liking my first poem. I wrote this with flowing tears, i still could feel the lost.

      @breakfastpop, yeah, this is dedicated to those who can relate. Especially, to parents like us wishing grannies still alive to enjoy their grand son/daughter growing. Thanks for dropping by.

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      breakfastpop 7 years ago

      What a lovely poem. I identify with these beautiful words. My Dad dies when I was 18 years old and my Mom 5 years later when I was pregnant with my first child. Not a day goes by that I don't miss them.

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      akhimamun 7 years ago from UK

      Beautiful poem.Thank you, write more.