This Year, Mother’s Day Is Less About Me And More About You
So today, my child, tell me, what can I do for you?
So today, my child, tell me, what can I do for you?
I want to ask what’s on your mind. I have no clue. I am just sure of one thing: there’s definitely a lot.
Your residence is mine. It is my body, my brain, my being. You absolutely have no right to trespass and eventually take ownership. You have no authority to manipulate my life.
I don’t deserve You. I really don’t. I am not worthy.
Just let someone else love her the way she’s supposed to be loved if you really can’t find it in your heart to do so.
All along, my Lord, You were just waiting for me to open my heart to You.
In the end, someone else broke her heart. And all those nights she cried herself to sleep, she thought of you. She thought about what it would’ve been like if she chose to give you a chance.
It seemed like I grew with you, maybe I still am.
Have I told you lately I am sorry? Maybe not.
You broke my heart into tiny, tiny pieces, and I failed to retrieve each and every one. And so I have been living, all these years, with just a fraction of my heart.