my mother, my mirror

a soft confession, somewhere between prayer and lullaby

i know my mom loves me, like really loves me. the kind of love that folds itself up and gives you the biggest piece. she loves me more than she loves herself and sometimes i wish she didn’t. sometimes i wish she’d look in the mirror and see someone worth saving. i wish she’d be selfish, just once. pour that love back into her own glass and drink it slowly like holy water, like a red wine she doesnt have to earn. i wish she’d forgive herself for things no one remembers about her. be gentle. be soft. be 20 again in a world that never asked her to be perfect. this is her first time on earth too. shes still learning how to live, how to love without losing herself in it. and i know she loves me with her heart, full and bruised, but god i wish my mother loved my mother.

happy mothers day mami i love you .