Of your mother...To a daughter

she loves you with an intensity

that she does not know how to express

she only wanted a life for you

that she never had for herself

she overprotected and she projected

all of her wants and needs

she did not know or understand

that she was mourning what she never had

she wanted you to shine so bright

the beauty of you makes her weak

she wanted to see you succeed

in ways that she never did

if you heard her tell the story of you

you’d be stunned at the depth of her words

or watched the tears as they roll down her face

as she judges her own mistakes

she watches you now from a distance

even when you are in the same room

wishing she knew how to bridge the gap

between where the two of you stand

there has been so much hurt, so much pain

and both of you know how it feels

to miss someone so much that is feels as if

part of you has been taken away

a mother, a daughter, love and hate

an intensity no one else understands

with soaring highs and searing lows

life rarely exists in between

in the breath of one single heartbeat

in the adult, mother still sees her child

and through the daughter’s eyes

mother will always remain in her role

what both of them wish and long for

will elude them until they can see

that they are both simply and perfectly

beautiful human beings