Raising daughters is a job
We mothers do with pride
But ofttimes insecurity
That's buried deep inside
Puts us in a mindset of
Demands disguised as care
And though we do not mean to harm
It's more than they should bear
We count on them to make great strides
Where mostly we have failed
To live up to our hopes and dreams
When largely ours derailed
We ask of her be better than
The women that we were
Make much smarter choices and
To others don’t dare defer
We project much expectation then
We pester to the end
Hardline and no compromise
We’re mothers not a friend
But there exists a line too faint That's crossed so easily
We end up smothering their lives
And who they’re meant to be
But we must end this cycle now
Or lose our girls in vain
It’s not their place to heal our scars
They deal with their own pain
And that is what my daughter did
She showed me where I strayed
And how the hurts have yet to heal
From judgements I have made
So stand aside and let her fly
Is what I’ve learned to do
For in her I have confidence
And trust comes with that too
How proud I am for who she is
And what she strives to be
That one day I can only hope
She’ll think as well of me…