A Daughter's Thank You

Always subject to my teenager whims and complaints Subject to my harsh words so casually thrown, At blame for things for things you truly couldn't help I say I can't express my emotions to you But it is only half true, the blame not actually on you My perception of myself as a protective wall, you merely a net to trust if I crumble In fact, you're the wall Some cracks you were unable to fix in time Yet you stuff it with shards of glass, trying your best to protect me, at least from the heat accompanying the light that squishes its way through I have not yet said a simple thank you I know not why gratefulness arrives with a companion in the form of shame Yet in the same coach of these two passengers, my heart welled in gratitude when you declared your dream The dream, so simply spoken, that I succeed in whatever I desire And that you never force your desires onto mine Just that you serve as a force so I may stand tall I wished I hugged you then, said a sweet thank you and a love you Instead of doing that in the kitchen I write this in my room Just a simple note "Thank you dad."