all of 12 goin on 25...
she's my right hand...
stepped up to the plate when the men i chose couldn't/wouldn't...
life's been unfair to her before she had a chance to know the difference...
guilt racks my soul...she forgives me...i haven't forgiven m'self...
she speaks her mind, too much like i was/am...
we butt heads, stubborn to the core...
my beautiful first born...i love this kid so much...
no one has the power to make me as angry...or fill me with as much pride....
when all i remember is being told i didn't matter...
how do i see past this to teach her that she does?
so damn tired...so damn determined, nonetheless...
i am her mother...i can and will do right by her...
but...sometimes...it's too much...so tired...
want this life to calm down...even out...so i can focus...
give her...and my other daughters, what they deserve...
a mother who is there for them....
but...sometimes....this mother would like...if only for a little while...
someone to be there for her...
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