She

It was me who killed her, her and her dreams

I was born and brought forth into the world,

I was alive and free while she was slowly dying.

Then I turned a certain age

And she was starting to be caged,

Like the most admired bird in the world

She was closely watched and under their care.

But she is more stronger than the bird

She broke the cage and made her own wings.

She flew and she soared.

She crashed and was wounded.

But still, she moved on, and was steady in her movements.

Now that she is slowly fading, I am steadily rising.

She tells me that I must do better than her,

I must soar higher and higher and do better and better.

But I can not do it, I am nothing compared to her.

Everything she does, she succeeds in one way or another.

Everything I do is rejected in all ways and in others

I know that I will fail, I know that I am hopeless, and I know that I am useless.

I tell her this, and she even agrees!

What a person to go to to feel relieved!

But she jokes and jokes and makes me laugh,

Then I forget about my flaws and feel like an equal one to her.

And then I am reminded, that she is my one and only mother.