My Mother's Daughter
My, what an interesting escape.
You sell your children to their
rightful futures and go sailing
away into your selfishness.
Nothing will change.
I am your firstborn child and
you love me. You tell me
all of the time, as if
you mean it enough not to
throw me away? If my heart
should break you would
surely die, but if I
should cry, you would look away
and run far, far away
from your failure to a
future that excludes my
accusations. You are, of course,
a wonderful mother. I am,
after all, a terrible daughter.
I ask too much: A promise kept,
a heartfelt smile, an admirable
quality ... just one.
Abandon me for your temporary
happiness. I won't be coming
with you this time. I refuse
to become my mother's daughter.
Copyright: Meagan Jeanette 2005