WHAT WE OWE OUR MOTHERS

I know.
I know you want me to learn from your mistakes.

I know.
I know you want to save me.
Save me from things you know sting. Give me honey without the bees.

But you can’t.

And, it must hurt.
To watch your daughter let the wrong people in. To watch someone bleed and not die.

I hope I didn’t disappoint you.
Maybe you think to yourself “I raised you better.”

How am I born of you?
How am I of such soft will and foolish patience?

When you, you,

you have

fire in your chest

grit in your bones

and strength in your eyes.

But I remain ever the fool.

I will be a better woman.

I OWE IT TO YOU.