I am scrolling through my Mom’s phone
to fix something she somehow broke
I stumble into something long gone
A message I wasn’t supposed to gawk
She wished my cousin “Happy daughter’s day”
Hey, she never ever told me if I ever made her day
Another cousin sends me a childhood picture
”Looking like a hero, like father, like daughter”
My sister tells my mom already sent her
I wonder to her if I ever matter
Maybe I failed my Mom
I tried to love, but maybe I never got past her barrier
She was operating under an unspoken norm
I tried to make her in the front seat, she had too much going to never make space for me in her rear
