When you have your own blog, it is only customary to highlight your mother on the day of her birth (because, you know, she sort of birthed you).
I could not think of a better way to honor you, mom, and thank you for the gift of life than to use my own gift. Most of the time, we act like two different people, and we don’t see eye to eye. But it is hard to see eye to eye with yourself sometimes, and I know we are very alike. (You may not understand the reference, but I am kind of your horcrux. Just trust me on this one.) We both remind each other to be the best that we can be time after time. And so without further ado…
The words do not come so quickly
(and how could they?)
I’m condensing a lifetime in a few keystrokes
(you made a lifetime in a few brushstrokes)
and we were
hoping that I would arrive into this world, swirling with so many stars
from captured constellations, made from galaxies you could pinch between your thumb and forefinger…
and then I arrived, all thumbs
You suddenly realized you would have to
impart imbue improvise
upon in through
me. So, you started to knead out your ideals
you started to flatten your flaws beneath your knuckles
hoping to disguise them under the rug
other mothers have done the same
with varying degrees of success
and by success, I mean
prayers and pleas to the gods and goddesses that you would not
pass down the bad with the good.
But like I said,
it does not work that way,
and I soaked it all up
like your bread in the milk
before you squish it in the bowl.
As your daughter, I am familiar to you,
and so strangely cold,
take off your rings
as to not lose them when you
And now, that my shoulders have grown to their full wingspan
(I had to stretch my skin to fit my own dimensions)
I find the star stuff that you wanted for me, in the beginning.
Because it was in you
I love you, Mom. Happy Birthday.