You were not a mistake.
I chose to have you, to bring you into this world.
I simply decided to restructure, reschedule my plans,
I revised the next two decades of my then young, inexperienced life.
My swollen belly was never an inconvenience.
I rubbed in the cocoa butter, massaged the stretch marks.
I simply tucked pillows under my knees, elevated my ankles,
I never envied my peers as they graduated, partied, planned futures.
Being a mother was never an error.
I grabbed the opportunity with gusto, with relish.
I simply capitulated myself into the role, rode the wild ride,
I held on tight through my many years of observing, learning.
You were never unsupported.
I used to laugh when you laughed, cried when you cried.
I simply understood that you were my responsibility, my product,
I squeezed you close to me until you fought for your freedom, escaped.
Letting you go was not a mistake.
I raised you to be independent, to be strong-minded, confident.
I simply busy my fingers and my mind, waiting for your return,
I realize it will be temporary, but I will relish every moment...
And now I know the structure of the last two decades of my old, experienced life.
