same family, different experiences

Cut from the same cloth, I wonder where we went wrong

Our DNA matches, and our last name is the same

But

Our

Experiences

Were

Not.

The parents you had, were not the same as mine.

Mine were still learning and growing up.

Yours were experienced and more understanding.

Mine were too busy to be there.

Yours were too busy being there to come here.

And while I hold no ill will, and I’m happy for you

I need you to understand.

The parents you know and love today,

Are not

The parents I know and love.

Their practiced, passionate hands

Are marked with my lessons learned.

Their gentle touch and kind words,

Are healed scars from the traumas I had to heal from later

Their first grew up with them.

Their last enjoyed the parents who were already who they wanted to be.

-- BY