Mom,
I keep wondering how long you’ll keep loving me.
Sure, you’ll always keep loving me with words
But I wonder, will you love me in action when I’m
No longer your pretty girl?
Will you still love me when the lover I bring home
Has smooth curves and red lips and soft skin like mine?
Will you still love me when I’m the groom, she’s the bride,
When she wears the dress and I'm in the tie?
Will you still love me when your family starts to stare?
When I’m with her will you still dare to take me out and
Pin me up like I’m your trophy to share?
I know, Mom, I know you will always love me with words,
But when your love is inactive, "I love you" starts to hurt.

I keep wondering how long you’ll keep loving this “pretty girl,”
Instead of the girl that is blatantly standing, and staring,
Right in front of you.