Softness
Maybe, when they’re older and
Grown and gone away from my arms,
They’ll remember that I wasn’t perfect, but I loved them deeply, and
I tried hard not to cut
them
with my sharp edges.
*-V.
Maybe, when they’re older and
Grown and gone away from my arms,
They’ll remember that I wasn’t perfect, but I loved them deeply, and
I tried hard not to cut
them
with my sharp edges.
*-V.
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Nicely written. Thanks for this.
@robertleroy thank you for the lovely note!
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Lovely. I know this feeling well
I’m torn with my own children between wanting them to not need me quite so much and not wanting them to grow up so quickly. However, I console myself that maybe when they’re more grown, they’ll be able to see how hard I tried–and forgive me on days when I wasn’t my best self and mental health issues got the better of me.
@thecriticsdarling oh I feel your words so much. You get it. 🖤
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