oven cracks are the worst

every mother knows

though

mine fucked around and got a self cleaning one

“darn surely i’d still feel 20 if i only had that one”

not a single late night unprepared projects, not a single call from concerned teachers, not even a single “mom!”

one hell of a considerate child that one

didn’t have to attend any recitals

its like she’s leading me blind

always too shoved up a book in some portals

she never seemed to mind

not even awardings are mandatory to that one, none!

could you believe that?!

could you believe that that’s my child!?

oh i can remember her first favor like the back of my hand

she was two and sneaking out to go to big girls school

can you imagine that!? 

two! years later she’s finally enrolled legally in a learning center 

ever seen a ballerina so good in math? neither have i! 

three portraits a day was also her daily routine,

three! break ups later

she’s one real heart breaker

not just hearts but also records!

she records her self singing!

oh my perfect singer— dancer? pianist? painter? 

writer! of course

counting her talents takes up more than two hands

perhaps i need four! 

crazy! four! self discoveries later 

my phone rang on the table unlooked after

“my dearest daughter”

she’s calling me?

she needs her mother?

oh my little perfection