Feed a cold, starve a fever.
Forgive, but don’t forget.
Fight for your rights —
That’s what you taught me.
When I needed to be accepted, though,
And appreciated, loved, for who I was
You judged and directed
And praised me for pleasing you.
You… whose every mood needed to be studied and attended to since I can remember.
At least since I was six.
You… who needed her delicate disposition cared for like a child, but cared for
By a child.
When that is not a child’s job.
Ask around.
Oh, I still love you.