Mother

I wrote my first poem when I was about 6 or 7
I still remember my sister laughing
And reciting
“Big fat mama, in the big fat bed…”
How ridiculous and comical

Thank God for her
I knew I didn’t want to be like her
I had innate value
And armor
So I wasn’t damaged as much

Now I have my own children
And they actually don’t loathe me
Not yet