I wonder what you’ll think of me
In my moments of weakness
With what eyes you will look at me
If I fail
With what voice you’ll call me out
If I lie
Will you love me no matter what
Or will your heart have a floor
You don’t have to like me
Because I know you love me
Is what I heard a mother yell
At her screaming son
I don’t want to hide behind entitlements
Love is not inevitable
I want to earn my corner in your heart
Fight for my seat at your table
And the privilege to show up
Without reservation
Whenever I feel
Because that’s also how you feel
A child is not given to a parent
Only lent
Is what I heard another mother say
I like the idea of treating you
Like a precious rental
One which eventually reverts back
Hopefully intact
Possibly enhanced