Oh sweet little me,
I see you.
Thank you for your strength.
Don’t worry; we still see the world just as brightly,
I made sure to try my hardest.
We still love just as loudly,
but we’ve gained perspective.
We are still just as creative and just as inspired,
but with that came knowledge.
The knowledge to know that they loved you
as hard as they could,
as hard as they knew,
but just because
it wasn’t as loud as you
doesn’t mean it wasn’t love.
The knowledge to know that
not everybody has your best intentions,
even when they tell you
that their intentions are best.
You stayed strong
and understanding.
I wish I could tell you better but,
all I can say is,
they tried.
I know they did their best
and even though
I’m finally living my childhood
at twenty-six,
I know that everything
I have
is because of you.
I love that you grew up for us,
I’m just sorry I couldn’t give you the
memories
that I have now.
Then maybe you could understand
everything going on around you.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
I put you through hell
because
I knew
there was light at the end of the tunnel.
I’m sorry you were the lamb for slaughter.
My sacrifice hurt you.
My sacrifice tore you to shreds.
My sacrifice gave you the scars you resent
and put hate in your heart.
I hurt you.
I’m sorry I’m selfish
I’m sorry that you went hungry
for love and joy.
Thank you for taking care of us.
You raised us just right.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
The sun shines just as bright.