Mother Loves Me Poem by Kelsea Osterman

I want to be like you.
Aways have,
and always will.
I loved you with all my heart.
Wished you were always there.
Wished I could be there.
I tired I really did.
I tried to get you to love me.
Tried to get you to
notice that I was there.
That I was alive,
and still your daughter.
Here I am 15 years later
feeling like I am my own mother.
You were never there,
never there for anything
that was for me.
Not to see me in my shinning moments,
not even when I just
wanted you there.
You came up with somehting,
anything just to get out of it.
I loved you.
I look over the pain you caused me
and hoped that one day
you would be different.
But here I am 15 years later
still look for my mother.
You say you are my mother,
but I say your not.
You say you love me,
well then prove it.
You say you have,
well I say you haven't.
15 years have gone by and still
nothing has changed.
I pray to god that I am not like that
with my daughter.
I will be there for her
when she is shinning.
So when she looks out into
the sea of people,
she sees me with a smile
on my face and
my eyes shining with pride.
Even when it is somehting little
she will see me, and know that I love her.
Know I will be there to the very end.
That I will pick her up when she falls.
I will love her when she falls and gets hurt.
I will cry with her when that boy breaks her heart.
I will do all the things
that you never did for me.
I will do all the things
I wished you did for me.
Cause 15 years from now
my daughter will be here
and she will know that I love her
more than anything else in the world.