“You asked "Am I a good mother?," always the same, the same...
...answer that you were seeking, when you should have known that
You were the strength inside
You were all that I could become
You taught me the value of "sorry," but the only time you retreated was when you were taking aim
You taught me the humility of tears but never let me apologize for existing
You didn't dress me up in fragile garments, you gave me armor
You taught me that daughters don't have to have dreams-we can have goals.”