The Knight
Mom you fought monsters
from under my bed.
You fought the demons
roaming around my head.
I remember the stories
of the princess and knights
and of their courageous fights.
That doesn’t really happen to us.
They tell us we are the
damsels in distress
saying we need to plea for help
but mom,
you taught me to not back down
to get up from the ground
you taught me to care for my own
that’s something that had been drilled to my bones
you taught me to fight for what is right
and that I don’t need a knight.
You even taught me how to cook
and learn recipes not shown in books.
I look up to you mom
and I thank you for everything.
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