What I would tell my mama if only she would listen.

Why is it, Mummy, that you knew how to call us beautiful
but you didn't know how to call yourself the same?

I wish, oh how I wish, I could embed in your mind
the belief that you are enough
as you are
as you wish to be
as you choose to be
that your laughter is like gold
that your hugs are like home
and that your undivided love is about all I ever wanted.

Who would you be if you could see the power you have?
Who would you become if you could feel the power that is there waiting for you to wield?
How different would you life look if you could give yourself even a small amount of the love you give us?

That is my wish for you,
that you--before your days here are done--
realise how loveable you really are,
how loveable you've always been
and always will be.