Ode to Me
Ode to Me


Always loved and taken care of
I won’t bias, but way too much.
They loved me it’s true, but
Not the way I wanted, not as such.
Sweet and pretty, tall and fair,
My beauty was always praised.
Maybe that was also a reason
Of their expectations, I agree,
The bar was raised.
But I was something very different,
I was never, black polished shoes
With tucked up ties, or
Fresh ironed suits with sophisticated smiles.
I was the wild flower, in the bunch of roses
Ripped jeans, messy bun and pricked noses.
Now that I am gone,
There might be things that I’ll miss.
But trust me dear,
I’ll rest in peace.