You looked
So beautiful
To a child
That felt like
You really did
Love her.
I was made
From you;
I am your sweating tulip
All wrapped up
In crunchy cellophane,
Tied with a bow.
You felt safe
Like the ground does.
Until
eventually,
You opened up
And swallowed me.
A good kid
Is what you called me
Till my heart
started to look
A little too much
Like yours.
Then, once I grew
Tall enough
To do the dishes
You became
Too short
To reach the sink
You taught me love
Like a seatbelt
How lucky am I
To not fly
Through the windshield
And die.
You have produced
A horrible daughter
By labeling me one.
How dare a child
Act childish.
You’re exhausted?
Well I am too.
I find it exhausting
That I act as your mother
More than you act as mine.
Now there will be a void forever.
Not inside me,
but surrounding me.
That's the space
I leave open
For someone to hold me.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC
You looked
So beautiful
To a child
That felt like
You really did
Love her.
I was made
From you;
I am your sweating tulip
All wrapped up
In crunchy cellophane,
Tied with a bow.
You felt safe
Like the ground does.
Until
eventually,
You opened up
And swallowed me.
A good kid
Is what you called me
Till my heart
started to look
A little too much
Like yours.
Then, once I grew
Tall enough
To do the dishes
You became
Too short
To reach the sink
You taught me love
Like a seatbelt
How lucky am I
To not fly
Through the windshield
And die.
You have produced
A horrible daughter
By labeling me one.
How dare a child
Act childish.
You’re exhausted?
Well I am too.
I find it exhausting
That I act as your mother
More than you act as mine.
Now there will be a void forever.
Not inside me,
but surrounding me.
That's the space
I leave open
For someone to hold me.
I wrote this on mothers day.