Child of mine, one that I hopefully raised right
I wish for you the best
The best future that I expect to be bright
Oh my little girl, you grow too fast
Perhaps its the time though that steals you so
but, how should I know
You came from my body not so long ago
So to think you could be so different, what does that show?
Do I not know as I thought?
Was it perhaps what you were taught?
Do you hate me in any way?
Do you even consider me sane?
I can't help but feel as if I failed you
I resent what I think I've done to you
I'm sorry my dear, I really am
Would you ever forgive me as I am?
Why, as a mother must I feel this constant shame..
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Your baby girl speaks now, only not so little anymore
I'll always be your baby but understand that I don't want your apologies
I know you mean well but your love only means as so much when you can't love yourself
Each apology feels as if you're telling me I've failed to be your happy image
I love you, but if you cannot accept my compliments-
if you cannot stop your apologies-
I'm afraid I'll break even more than the counter before
I need you...
I adore you
And I may not recognize it every day but my mother is a hard worker and a Loving soul
But your acceptance isn't true if you can't accept yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Expression Is Priceless
PoesiaThere's always thoughts and feelings to be shared. Or perhaps just run through your mind as you go on about your day. Am I right?
