you were always beautiful yet did not see yourself as such
never forgetting the mother who pulled on your nose
when she came to visit you
in the “Home “.
Or the job you were given to sweep the stairs
because you were “stocky”.
Then it was the man who mocked the crafts
that you excelled at
because you did not share his love of books
and when the drink took over
he did not read anyway.
To me you were the best at everything
it was I who could never measure up
we sadly sometimes teach our daughters
the everyday struggles to be good enough
To me you were always more than good
and we had months to mend it all
Today’s the day you flew away
a beautiful bird at last..
love you always and forever mom