Seeing things from the other side

Look at you, my own baby
Child of mine, a part of me
I dream again that things can be
That have ’til now eluded me
I live again and will be free
To guide your life so dreamily
I have such hopes that you will be
All the things that were not me


She sought for her mother’s approval
Secretly yearned for her love
Feared that she wasn’t wanted
And never measured up
She never understood her
Didn’t share her dreams
Just set goals she couldn’t meet
And made her feel no good

They say there are two sides to every story. But how does knowing one affect the way you receive the other? How differently would you react if you read the daughter’s poem before the mother’s?

About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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5 Responses to Seeing things from the other side

  1. RoSy says:

    Both tell a totally different story when standing alone.
    This is when communication is key. Adults need to remember they were once that age too. Guide them & teach/lead by example – don’t make them do what you wish you would have done.

    • So much agree, RosSy, when considering the parent’s input. But what if we are the child trying to integrate acquired information that was never apparent to us whilst growing up?

      • RoSy says:

        If only life were so clean cut & easy…Wishing the best for the children as they learn to live in today’s world.

  2. This is the most beautiful sentiment I have read in a long time, it really touched me. Thank you. xx

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