Beyond The Curse

I wonder,

What made my mother ‘curse’ me

With a child like me.

But if that ‘curse’ ever takes hold,

And I end up with a child like me,

Would I hurt her, like she hurt me?

Would I discourage her dreams,

And taunt her, drain all her positivity,

Exactly as she did to me?

Will I make her question the meaning of "mother,"

Leaving her frustrated and bewildered?

Or will I break the cycle,

Choosing love over bitterness,

And show her a mother's true warmth,

Healing the wounds that I, too, once bore?

Will I nurture her spirit,

And watch her soar, free from the chains of the past,

Rewriting our story, with hope as my guide,

Ensuring she never doubts,

The love and strength within her mother's heart?

I hope I make sure she knows

She’s not hard to love.

I wish I’ll weave into her soul

The belief that loving her

Is as natural as breathing,

A tender and effortless grace.