Your Shoulders
My parents...mom and dad. I love them... I love you.
You pick up my broken pieces and hold them in front of me in your hands...I sit quietly and without words you let me know that no matter how broken I may feel, you will hold me up and you do. I can see fragments of myself more clearly through your loving perspective and know that you will help me put myself back together... that everything is okay; that crying is okay. And I'm crying now... not because I feel sad, but because I feel lucky. And you say that you're on my shoulder...but really I feel like on I'm your shoulders-my angels who carry me on thier backs so that my mind can rest for a while... you "escape me from my troubles". You are my strength and my peace and I am so grateful. I love you very much.