Untitled.

It's important for me at this point in my life, to get back to writing. It gave meaning to my life before, a whole new meaning a whole new world. And I want that back. I want this space of my own, to dissolve into. So I am unearthing the million drafts I didn't complete. The stories I wanted to write that I didn't put down and each little thought I ever wanted to see in writing.

For the longest time 

You were the only woman in his life

For the longest time he's observed you 

Take care of the nest so meticulously each day

You do it so effortlessly

I want you to know that each time 

He says "You're just like my mother'

I feel a sense of pride

I wasn't raised in a mansion

Or fed with a silver spoon
I wasn't brought up to think money is everything
Because only fools believe that’s true
I wasn't raised to live out my parents dream
But to proudly dream my own
I wasn't raised to walk the popular path
But to strongly pave my own
I wasn't raised with material things
But something great indeed
I was raised with love
And love is all I need

He's taught me that each day is a new beginning

And mistakes are only pebbles in the way of life

He's taught me that love is everlasting

He's taught me that anything was possible

If I only believed 

He shows me that I could have everything

If I only dreamed

He's watched me grow up and stay young all at once

He tells me of you 

All the little things

What makes you happy and what

drives you mad

but most importantly he tells me its you whose made him a man

And I want to say thank you for bringing him to the world

Mother, thank you for giving me what is mine.