| We don’t always get along perfectly, I’m sure we never will. No matter what’s been said or done, Still love you… little pill. I’m sorry I say it constantly; I’m sorry I’m not saying it out loud now. I express my truest feelings in writing- It’s the only way I know how. Things that require me to say them Sometimes might go left unsaid; Still, writing you these birthday letters I know it will be read. What if you don’t read it all through Or roll your eyes? These years of birthday letters show you just how time flies I love you so much For the beautiful girl you are. My biggest fear right now? Next year you’re going to drive a car!!! Sometimes I wonder if You look at me and see An obstacle to your wishful thoughts An obstacle to being more carefree. When you daydream about growing up, About becoming an artist or wife, Look behind you, I’ll be cheerleading And grateful to be a part of your life. If you didn’t know What worries me most about you… I worry about how you feel and how feelings control the things you do. “Don’t worry about what others think” Is easier said than done. I worry that it bothers you still and with which crowd you’ll run. Sometimes life tugs at me to hug you And squeeze you till you smile, This pandemic and quarantine was… Well! It has been a long while. I hope you are proud of yourself Of how much you have grown. I just know that despite my love For you, much of it has been alone. Though we have gotten closer and we have been brave. I’m not exactly the kind of friend whose company I know you crave. You are my child, Even though I’m not your mother. And I love you as sincerely As I love your brother. I have never hoped To take your mother’s place. Life has brought you as my stepdaughter In a gesture of hope and grace. This year we truly have become friends But it’s still not my first priority. I’m just “mama bear” cheering for you, Even as you are raging against your parents authority. So whether you really understand this or not, Although I may never know. The truth is I believe so much in you and… You taught me I am never too old to grow. I wrote this poem just for you; I meant every single word I have said. Whatever happens in either of our lives, Remember what you have just read. |
I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE HOME!!!!
Happy Happy Birthday My Lacey Pretty Facey!!!
