Mother, Roots and Flowers

Roots and flowers 

I was nourished by her 

She helped me bloom 

I was busy dancing and experiencing the world 

She quietly watched 

When I was abandoned 

I came back to her 

Once she did not complain

Once she did not ask 

Once she did not make me feel selfish 

Once she did not make me feel small 

Or guilty for my explorations

My true nature 

In her acceptance of me

I became hers 

We became one 

Can I love like the roots 

Can I be myself like the flower