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.