My darling, forgive me…


My darling, forgive me

I am sorry that I paint butterfly tattoos on your hand

When I really should be filling in the colouring book with you

I am sorry that I tell you rainbow coloured stories which are not true

When I should really be reading out from a book

Baby, I am afraid that you will be mad at me when you grow up

For I never comb your hair properly, since I love your messy mop

Will you be upset about all the times I dance with you to the mad tunes?

Instead of helping with your homework

Will you tell the world, what a terrible mother I have been

For building castles with discarded shoeboxes for your broken dolls

I am sorry my love, but believe me

In few years, when I am not here

You will look back

And love all the lullabies that I sang, out of tune

For you.

Love me then, for now let me be the terrible mother

That I am…


2 comments on “My darling, forgive me…

  1. This is so heartbreaking. And so beautiful

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