Monday, August 16, 2010

Not My Mother's Daughter

She would love the way he opens doors for me
She would love the way he always pays
She would love the way he is sweet and kind
Though she would chastise me for relying on a man

She would hate his family,
his household,
his parents
Three of the things I love most

She would hate the way he behaves,
the way he is so completely his own person

She would love his sense of humor
if ever she gave it a chance

I would hope she would see that her daughter, does in fact, have some sense of giving her affections only to the worthy

She would hate the trivial things
Like the height difference
Or his heritage

He is the greatest thing in my life
And she the worst

She would hate a great many of the things that make me love him
And she would hate that he is mine

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