To my Father who was never there:
Do you love me?
The way you love your other family?
I see the way you look at them
The way you have fun with them
The way you smile with them
The way you hold your little girl
Remember when I was your little girl?
I tried holding onto the thought that you were a better man
But you are nothing like a man
All you’ve done is leave us in the dust with no warning
You are that selfish.
Every time I see a father with his daughter
I feel the need to thank him
For being good to her
Because I know what it’s like to not feel loved by a father.
But thank you
For showing me that I don’t need you in my life
Because I have my mother to love
Both as a mother and a father.
To My Beloved Mother:
I know you love me
You show it to me constantly
Even on days you get upset with me
You love me at my best
And you love me at my worst
Just like I love you.
I’ve never seen someone as strong as you
As beautiful as you
As caring as you
As accepting as you or
As loving as you.
I know how hard you worked to get me where I am today
You taught me how to love
How to accept the loss of one parent’s love
And how to forgive.
For standing by me through thick and thin
For not giving up on me when I didn't win
For your patience when I kept pushing you away
For caring when I said I didn't need you anyway
For being there when my father wasn’t.
Most of all
Thank you for being my mother, my father, and my best friend.