Shrove Tuesday

Every year, on this day I think of the time that I ate so many pancakes I was fit to burst. I remember your amazed faces as I sat and ate my 7th in a row and I remember the joy and excitement that you had about the day itself. I remember and I feel. I miss you and I hate that now all I have is a memory. It isn’t physical, it isn’t here and now, it is then and it is past. And sometimes I hate it.

I Know

I know I wasn’t what you expected,
I was never a girly girl,
Karate took precedence over dancing lessons,
I was rough around the edges
always.

I know I dashed your hopes,
I never fit into the expected box,
I saw people for who they really were,
I stood out
always.

I know I’m different,
I know I don’t fit,
I see people for who they really are,
I don’t want to fit into their box
ever.

I know my worth,
It took time to find my way,
I wasn’t what you were expecting,
But you loved me anyway
always.