Did you know?
Did you know your little one would be brave?
Or did you know she would never believe in tomorrow?
Did you see?
Did you see her grow?
Or did you see her scatter to the winds, like many anxious bits?
Did you feel?
Did you feel her hands reach for the stars?
Or did you feel the weight heavy on her shoulders?
Did you hear?
Did you hear the quiet song on her lips?
Or did you hear her treacherous heart – like a smug bastard – beat?
Mother, did you understand?
Did you understand her fight?
Or did you understand the nightmares she lived and built?
Will you tell her?
Will you tell her there is a tomorrow?
Ma, she doesn’t know.