Poem

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn

By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

And don’t have any kids yourself.

By Philip Larkin.

I like it, I hope my 2 aren't too fucked up. I did the best I could, I guess there are things I do would differently for sure. Not just in my life, but in theirs. One thing they should know I have theirs backs 100% no matter what, no matter where xx