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To: Mother From: Daughter
Dear Mom,
If I could tell you I love you
with more than words —
I would hug you and never let go,
hold your hand when I cross the street,
even at sixteen
I still need a reminder of your protection.
Cautiously open your jewelry drawer
and go through every box,
imagining what it must be like
to wear something
so gorgeous
you hold your breath
because,
its beauty is more precious
than air.
I would notice tired eyes,
and wash dishes under scalding water
exactly how
you taught me.
Exercise patience and compassion,
more than others deserve,
amazed by your seemingly infinite grace.
I would gently remind you of the time and to watch the clock,
lateness ingrained in your body,
an unfortunate side effect of
commitment and focus —
I could tell you I love you
with more than
all the times I fell short of being
a caring daughter,
please forgive the moments
when I filled you heart
with words
that left you empty.
Learning to choose action
over eight letters,
I’m trying.
Forgetting is a sign of my own failure.
Not yours.
Sincerely,
Your Well-Intentioned Daughter
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I wrote this poem about my relationship with my mom. Especially, as I've progressed through high school, the friendship piece of our dynamic has become more strained. I wrote about our love to encourage myself to be more compassionate and thoughtful towards her.