Mama
I want to feel with my little heart
The warmth of your hug on a rainy day when my socks are wet
And I am cold
I want to say I am not hurt
By the hand you used to throw the card
I made for you with love when I was 10
I want to see with eyes unbothered
The loving gaze you use to stare at others
The same gaze I would never receive
Your eyes bear an invitation, asking for others to get to know your soul
I'm at the fence, won't you let me in?
I want to hear before I go
That I made you proud of me
That for a moment in my existence, my being alive was worth it
I want to write someday of love
Without pretending to know what it feels like
To be warm and fuzzy and giggly and comfortable
I can't write about something I know nothing of
I want to say when I am older
That I did better off without you
That I am strong, brilliant, and beloved
And that that was ninety nine percent me and one percent you.
I want to send you this one day
To explain how funny we both are
Me for having these feelings
And you for causing them
I hope you sleep well tonight
I will try to do so too
Sincerely,
Someone who wants to call herself your daughter.