My Mom that Didn't Have to Be

A mother’s role is not an easy one, A taxing undertaking, to be sure; And if it weren’t for you, I would have none. But you would make me feel so small, demure, With words of anger and a cruel hand; Of my own place and worth I was unsure. There’s only so much hurt a child can stand Before they numb themselves to their own hearts. I know I’m not the daughter you had planned, But truly we are not that far apart. I know you loved me in your own way still, And maybe in that love, we can restart. Despite it all, I love you even still, And Heaven surely knows I always will.