When you refused to leave me home alone, assisted me hold my ice cream cone,
Watched me so I didn't choke on candies that were hard
Pulled me back so I wouldn't cut myself on a stray shard,
At five, dear mother, I whined for there was no danger, no adventure, when I was with you
When you refused to give me the knife cause I was inept, or checked on me to make sure I slept
Told me I was too young for a slumber party
At seven, I sulked,dear mother, for I felt like I had grown up enough, and the only one stopping me was you
If the breakfast didn't suit my taste, every time you didn't agree going to school was a waste
At ten, I pouted, for the only one I felt free to blame was you
When I spent endless evenings at practice, learnt that chasing dreams wasn't always bliss
Even though all you told me was that you believed I could make it, I assumed you didn't know my pain since you never let me quit
At thirteen , I vented out my frustrations at you
Everytime time you made me clean my room, told me to be responsible, or worse pick up the broom
Prune the garden that I never cared for
At fifteen, I complained, for I thought I'd be just fine even if it weren't for you...
You never failed to call me to make sure I was okay when I was out late, waited for me at the gate
Ever made your presence known, said you would be around even when I insisted to be alone
At seventeen, I fought, for I believed I had forever to make up with you..
Now, when sucking on candies as hard as stone, haphazardly crossing streets alone,
On well deserved holidays, while tying my shoelace or sipping homemade oreo milkshakes,
Watching flowers in full bloom or even walking into a clean room
At twenty I smile, for they are but all the memories I have of you...
Now as I plaster a fake smile, knowing that you'd have sensed it from a mile
When I realize I might not have been able to do the same when it comes to you
I wish once again, that I'd told you just much your love meant,
How much I enjoyed the time we spent
During the twenty years, dear mother, I had with you...
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