Mummy...

When I call my mother, sharing my pain, Not the kind that’s physical, just the weight of my brain. Her comforting voice, like a warm embrace, Feels like she’s right here, in this lonely space. I long for her solace, her understanding touch, Wishing she knew my struggles, my friendships, so much. If only she could see my heart laid bare, Then maybe my life would feel lighter, less rare. But sometimes she blames me, compares me with others, In moments like these, I wish she’d just smother The doubts with her love, the worries with care, To remind me I’m cherished, that she’s always there. When I cry on the phone, her panic ignites, It brings a small smile, a flicker of light. For deep down I know, despite the distance we’ve grown, Her love is unwavering, it’s always been shown. These three years have changed us, made us drift apart, Yet I feel her affection, it’s etched in my heart. Through all of the trials, the distance, the tears, Her love is my anchor, it calms all my fears. So I hold onto hope, that one day she’ll see, The weight of my struggles, the person I’m meant to be. And in the end, it’s this love that brings peace, A bond that endures, a source of re