✶CLASS OF 2013. acb.
daughterhood is like the warm hug that you can only get once, it comes with comfort to the pain that stings so badly-the sweet sweet comfort of your mother's care, as she bathes and comb your hair in your childhood memories, as she truly tends to you with pure love and adoration, for her child.
and after that, after time moves and we change, that act of caring will start to be like a task for her, and you will start to feel like an unwanted chore. you and dear mother will start to grow distant and you will long for what has been-to be, you will sit in silence, wondering, pondering why, why do mothers grow distant from their daughters? why do daughters grow to resent their mothers while still caring so much.
you will hate her and still yearn to come home to her, to be embraced by her warmth, to feel that pure love once more, to be a child again, to be naive and ignorant. because in the end, out of everyone in this whole vast world, the one who will truly understand us will be our mothers. if there's anyone who might have a clue of what it's like to be you- it could only be her.
and no matter how many times you've hurt each other, no matter how much you grow, no matter how difficult it is to make her understand you, to see you, you will always have this sheer need to make her love you as you are- to love you like how you love your mother, to tell you that it's not your fault, to always be her daughter and to always come home to her. because in the end, you're only to be a daughter once.
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my poems. nd shits?
Poetryi do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
