True love comes in many forms
my first was my mom.
True love is carrying a baby in your belly
even if you weren’t “ready”.
True love is making sure
mama hugs came in steady.
Hugging me while I giggle.
Holding me down for a tickle.
Maybe solving a puzzle or two.
Yes mom,
I’m growing up now,
but my first true love was you.
16 and a half years later
sometimes I don’t know what to say to her.
Locked away in my room.
Involved with myself
the books on my shelf
Sometimes I don’t know what to do.
Yes mom,
I’m not always there
but my first true love was you.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC
True love comes in many forms
my first was my mom.
True love is carrying a baby in your belly
even if you weren’t “ready”.
True love is making sure
mama hugs came in steady.
Hugging me while I giggle.
Holding me down for a tickle.
Maybe solving a puzzle or two.
Yes mom,
I’m growing up now,
but my first true love was you.
16 and a half years later
sometimes I don’t know what to say to her.
Locked away in my room.
Involved with myself
the books on my shelf
Sometimes I don’t know what to do.
Yes mom,
I’m not always there
but my first true love was you.
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