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“I thank you, friend, from all my heart; The one you shaped, gently and smart.
For all you鈥檝e seen And all you've been For every fight and every pain, And every tear that fell in vain For every how, and every why, For all the times you had to cry
For everything that you have taught And all the battles, you have fought. Without your grace, without you calm, I know not what I would become. A beast at best, at worst a thug, Insecure, frightened and smug. You filled the void the best you could And really, who could ask for more? And though, at times, misunderstood; You鈥檝e come out stronger than before. As such, this piece has been to date, The toughest thing I had to write. But out of every rhyme I鈥檝e made, I hope this brings you most delight. And I hope that you do laugh, And when you cry, it is of joy, And I hope that you do smile,
For your laughter and your bliss, Has always calmed my worried mind. This poem is for you, mom,”
― Vincent K. Hunanyan, Black Book of Poems