Maybe less so than watching your children grow,
You’ve been watching me,
And it hasn’t been easy, I know.
And so…I want to tell you, what it is I see,
when at both of you I look, or into the mirror- at me.
As the years have passed,
Everything that I have known…the world has changed around me; as I have grown.
My parents are no longer invincible,
You are people; real, lovable, flawed,
The world is no longer a rosy pink,
It’s broken & bleeding, misshapen & scarred…
And the person that I am, the adult that I have become,
I am drawn to that most dented; the most imperfect version of the world I crave,
For it makes my heart beat faster; it makes my blood sing,
This world of exploding rainbows, smiling tears and heartfelt zeal,
The challenge of hope…in a world perfectly real.
As I walk the path I must, I hope that you look at me,
The child that I am, the grown up that I be,
Look at me and see…
That my head is held high, I walk tall and true,
And Dad, when I look into the mirror,
In my integrity, my pride- I see you.
My heart is filled with warmth,
My hearth and home with love,
And every friend and stranger, whom I generously take into my fold;
It’s you from whom I learnt Mom, my gold standard is you.
People call me brave, they call me passionate,
And yes, sometimes I look upon my dreams; amazed that I dare,
But I know that if I ever fall – you’ll be there.
Here’s another secret - You've raised a strong girl,
Strong in the face of hard knocks, exceedingly capable.
So yes, I know you’ll catch me – but I need you to cheer,
As I take on life, I need you to let go of fear.
For though it looks like I’m alone,
My path to you may look strange,
My views a little alien, my actions a bit deranged,
And it may look like the little girl you knew me to be;
You don’t know where she is, what’s going on with me!
Mum-Dad, look closely – just look and you’ll see,
I’m not so different from you – I’m still me.
For in the strength of my convictions,
The breadth of my wings that take flight,
In all our values – superficially “not same”,
My strange compulsion to do right,
And most of all in the love, that in the depths of my soul I feel,
I carry you close, I hold you tight –
You’re always with me…you see.