What You Taught Me

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.