How could something so perfect have come from me? So imperfect. Perfectly formed, full on innocence, full of future. I feel afraid to love you too hard with all my might.
My imperfect love may suffocate you, stifling your future, clipping your wings, tainting your innocence.
How can I care for you as well as needs be? How can I love you when I barely love me? How can I teach you right from wrong when I'm so wrong, so so wrong? Will you flourish despite me being your mother? Your little hands melt my whole heart Your big bright eyes light up skies filled with dark mornings and no signs of tomorrow.