I sit with my parents, quiet and still,
Their faces soft, their voices chill.
Lines of time on their gentle skin,
But in their eyes, a world within.
Tired hands that held me tight,
Now fold with hope under evening light.
They smile as they speak of me—
Of dreams they hold, of what I’ll be.
And when they say, “You’ll go so far,”
I feel their pride like a rising star.
It plants a fire deep in my chest,
To give them back nothing but my best.
On lazy days, I lie in bed,
A storm of thoughts inside my head.
I scroll through photos, friends so bright,
Smiling bold in the flashing light.
They’ve climbed the hills, they’ve found their way,
While I still drift from day to day.
But seeing them shine gives me a start—
A push, a pull, a racing heart.
I look at pictures from my past,
The little me who learned so fast.
The child who stood at every top,
Who never feared, who didn’t stop.
And now I stand, a little lost,
Dreams unsure, a little tossed.
But that old me whispers, strong and clear,
“You’re still in there, I’m always near.”
So I rise again, no time to waste,
This life of mine, I long to chase.
To make my future a proud today,
To work, to fight, to find my way.
For them, for me, for all I was—
I’ll shine again, no need for applause.
Just one goal set, both fierce and true—
To become the best of me I knew.
