I Am Her Mother
written by: Nirja
Why are you so worried?
I would always ask her,
But now I understand.
With one of my own,
A miniature little me,
In my now “not so little” hands.
Why are you so worried?
I would always ask her,
But now I understand.
When she goes out with just boys,
In those short skirts of hers,
I feel threatened,
Worrying, they’ll turn her life into
Ceaseless, harmful coils.
Why are you so worried?
I would always ask her,
But now I understand.
As a teenager she calls it privacy,
And I know that it’s her right.
But as a mother,
It’s something I feel like invading,
And then it’s a relationship turned rivalry.
Why are you so worried?
I would always ask her,
But now I understand.
She’s leaving our home,
To make life her own,
I respect her independence,
But I just can’t let her go.
After many years of helping her,
Get through each and every day,
She needs to be her own compass,
And find her own way.
That is something I still can’t fathom.
When I know the problem isn’t the short skirt,
Nor is it any other.
I can’t really help my emotions,
Afterall,
I AM HER MOTHER.
- I Am Her Mother - May 21, 2025
