Forgive me
for keeping quiet
when I was expected to say something.

Forgive me
for my too many words
when I should’ve said nothing.
Forgive me
for thanking or recognizing you too late
and for thereby making you think
that everything you’ve done for me was in vain.

Forgive me
for making you sad,
for having disappointed you,
and for having been a pain.

Accept me
in spite of who I am.
Give me a chance to make it right with you.

Notice me
like you once did,
and this time, I won’t again ignore you.



In times of uncertainty when I didn’t know what to do,

I could always count on you

for a calm response and sound advice,

and for words that comfort, words that are nice.
When it feels as if my troubles don’t matter to anyone at all,

you were there to help me stand and to prevent my great fall.
When I feel ugly, useless, and sad,

You always make me feel beautiful, useful, and glad.
I hope that, together, we’ll grow old,

and that we’ll keep on sheltering each other against the cold

winters of life, so that we may stand strong

against all things evil and all things wrong …