Love Letters

To everyone I've ever loved
and to those who have loved me
I thank you for everything
for the heartbreak
and the happiness
for the good times
and the bad
this wouldn't be life without it

Thanks to you I am living
breathing
feeling
writing

From the bad comes the good
things must get worse before they get better

I have seen the bad
I have seen my personal worst
and from that
I live

From the torn and broken
a bond was born
two friends never closer
A mother's love for her daughter
and visa versa

From betrayal and bruising
came the purest love I've ever known
a mother's love for her child
a son to call my very own

From lies and damaged friendship
one stood out among the many
a best friend
a sister

and from hopelessness and loss
came beauty in love
one who completes me
who fills me
who loves without ever being asked

Too Late

If you had looked into those liquid blues
felt the tiny hands
lifted the small weight in your arms
would things be any different?

Time is what every friendship needs to blossom
but were we too late?
Had I been months earlier, days or weeks
would the bond be any stronger?

If you had been there for the helpless cries
and soft sleepy whimpers
if a tiny hand grasped round your one finger
would your heart have swelled?

I'm giving you time
but I can't help but wonder
if we were too late
if it would be different

If his name were the same as yours
would you love him more?
I feel as if the one he carries
is your one reason to stay away

If I had left just a little sooner
would he call you Daddy?
would you hold him in your arms
and call him your son?

If you had gotten to know him
when he was a little younger
would your heart have room for him too?
or were we too late?

I can't force it
I can only foster
but how can I foster a love that doesn't exist?

I wish you'd look at him with a light in your eye
I wish you'd hold him,
embrace him,
play with him.
I wish you'd acknowledge him
when he wants your attention
I wish you'd love him.