They took your nail polish off
after I had painted them
wanting to be brave
In the face of you, ever mother,
needing mothering.
And still I just wanted your favor,
wanted you to smile proud;
I never considered the nobility
of your struggle and how much you hid,
wanting to be brave
In the presence of me:
"Take care and be taken care of,
never doubt that it's been enough,
and I am so proud."
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