Better Late Than Never: Poetry

I once called myself
The Imperfect Mother
and perhaps I am

I’ve certainly had
all the lessons
in what not to do

But to have my mother
hold my hand through
every Milestone?

Nay,
I’ve done that
on my own,
Struggling as I did

And now,
after all this time,
my mother remembers
I am her Daughter:

Better Late Than Never.

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