When she tells me the truth,

When I tell her my secrets.

 

The days where we sit and chat,

The nights where she holds me.

 

The little things:

I make her tea,

She makes me dinner.

Or the other way around.

 

And when we’re up at midnight,

Her holding back my hair

As I lean over the toilet

I ask, “why?”

“Because I love you.”

 

When I see her stress

And volunteer to clean

Without ever being asked

And she says, “why?”

“Because I love you.”

 

And it is the truth.

 

All the motherly kisses,

And the daughterly hugs.

Mom and I.

Because we love

Each other.