I've been known to be motherly,
A figure that is familial and warm,
Blunt and protective, light and firm,
And sometimes it can be good.
Sometimes it isn't.
There are people I know, my age,
That lack a mother or a similar figure,
So I inadvertently step up as one
And I exhibit all the usual tropes:
"Remember to breathe."
"Take care of yourself."
"Don't do that."
"You can always come to me."
"You should do this before that."
All the words mothers say
Come from my mouth too,
And though it hurts to be teased
As "mom", as overbearing and bossy,
I still am one to those who lack one.
I wear the name with pride;
Caring for my friends brings me joy,
And I love seeing them thrive.
I don't mean to treat them as "kids",
It's one of my many terrible impulses,
But I love them all the same.
And when I have kids of my own,
I hope that love and treatment
Never changes for anything.
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PoetryA collection of poems, stemming from a girl being hopelessly in love, the recollection of her past trauma, and the impending unknown that her life will inevitably encounter. And within these moments is a world of her own, tangible and ever-growing...
