You as a toddler, I couldn’t have been

prouder. We laughed and snuggled

Not knowing you would have

to learn to be the middle child.
 

Teen years took us all by surprise,

drinking, drugs and all those lies.
 

Mother and daughter have stacked

a wedge of heartbreak and tears. You

didn’t want my wisdom or my love.

I have saved it though, for the time when

you realize it’s always been here waiting.
 

You’re still not happy no matter what you

do. Poor choices, quick decisions and never

ending pain. Surround your world, what’s to

gain?
 

My arms are open, my heart in rhythm

hoping to repair the soul I created.

Praying destiny will turn around

my daughter, pink and pretty.