So much like me

And yet, yourself

In your own right.

Your intuitions, emotions,

Feelings, and thoughts

Are your own

But they were grown

In the garden

Of your childhood.

I tried to pull the weeds

To keep them from choking

Out the beauty of

Your mind,

Your heart,

Your soul.

But weeds have a way of

Taking root

Winding and twisting,

Pushing through the natural growth.

Your tears can wash away

The hurts, the mistrust,

The past memories,

And nurture all that is good

In your being.

You are special, cherished,

My special daughter.

I’m sorry for the baggage

You carry in your heart,

Your psyche.

We are connected in ways

Deeper than you will ever

Understand.

 

Eve Remillard

8/13/2016