Dear Mom:
I debated on writing this letter to you,
You never pay attention to anything I do.
Insecure or terrible writer; it’s your choice,
I’ll never be as good as my sister’s voice.
It certainly is hard to write down a rhyme
for a mother who never devotes the time,
to read a letter I’ve written before,
I guess reading for some, is such a chore
I know you have quite an eventful life
and it’s always filled with some sort of strife.
If I could help change it, you know that I would,
but you’re quick to point out my bad, not my good.
I know that moving many miles away,
upset some family, who thought I should stay
in a situation that never was going to be good
all my feelings were overlooked and no one understood.
Even though we talk each and every day
And try to sweep all those old heartaches away
You’re always distracted with some kind of thing
Talking with me is never all that exciting.
Some days I wish for a mommy’s hug
All warm and snuggled like a bug in a rug
I’ve tried so hard to gain your praise
And waited for approval for so many days
You love my sister more than me
I know it’s true it’s plain to see
You try to cover saying it’s not that way
That I was the strong one back in the day
I could handle things she never could
So I handled the things no one ever should
Grew up learning a false sense of trust
Ended in relationships that were nothing but lust
Something went wrong and I thought I died
Changes had come and I finally realized
I can’t blame my parents for any of my past
I pulled up ‘em up hard, my boot strings, at last.
I asked for God to help me through
To give me insight for what I misconstrue
I’m not the daughter that I used to be
And it doesn’t matter that you can’t see
You won’t even know I wrote this letter
Most likely that will work out for the better.
I’ll still do my best at everything I do
And continue to grow in my love for you.
Love,
Your daughter
