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Four Little Words (That Made Me Cry) - Poem by wild fire

He coached me
long hard hours
at the time
I'd rather given up

He made life hard
made me hurt
he made me work
even though I hated him

He called me a quitter
and I smiled and said 'you're right
when your parents are too busy for you
why not quit on them

When they send you away
just so you'll be one less hassle
and want you to come back 'perfect'
or they don't want you back

you're born different
your attitude molded by people
allll the people who let you down
yes, I am a quitter

the world turned its back on me
and I trusted and was broken
but no more not even from you
becase I am a quitter'

We've had our moments
but looking back
as I was convinced I stood alone
we were a team, a glorious team

his stubborness matched mine
and pain was caused
through the long hard hours
training and practice

but through all that
before my big moment
when my routine would pay off
and I'd win...

I wished for things
as a lot of people do
I wished my parents were different
I wished someone cared

I wished my friends could have been there
I wished I could get it over with
I wished someone would say
'I am proud of you. You came so far.

I got your back.'
They called my name
and I stood up
a tear sliding down my cheek

It was silly to think
someone would be there
but I felt a tug on my hand
and I looked down at my coach

He stood up and smiled
'You're alright for a stubborn brat.'
I smiled, but it wasn't enough
but he tugged on my hand again

'You've been through hell
and no one seemed to care
You stuck through my stubborness
and hours of practice

I must confess that
I was trying to get you to quit
because you were difficult
but that has changed

You're a great kid
and I'm here for you.
Kid, what I'm trying to say'
he leaned closer

'Is I'm proud of you.'
he looked at my face
and saw I was frozen
'Did you hear me? '

I nodded, ' I heard you.
Loud and clear.'
He hugged me and replied,
'Go get you stubborn ass out there! '

As I smiled, I did it perfectly
and as I won, my parents ran
up to me and said they were proud
then made sure everyone knew

they were my parents...
but to me they were people
because I found someone who cared
and he only said one thing

and it wasn't a lie
it wasn't just a cliche
it was the truth
and you know what?

even though he can't hear me
even though he's far gone
I still remember how he grew as a person
and made me grow too

and whenever I fail,
four words ring in my head
by the voice that is rough
but loving and stubborn

'I'm proud of you.'

Comments about Four Little Words (That Made Me Cry) by wild fire

  • (3/16/2007 11:43:00 PM)

    We remember people for who they were not who they are......Don't quit your writing. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 3, 2011

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