Crying
I called to wish you a happy birthday today and the words “I love you” fell on deaf ears.
The bruises I took for you.
The rants I endured for you.
The hundreds of times I defended you.
The hours I held your hand when you gave birth to your son; my grandson.
The hours I spent defending the hateful accusations hurled at you.
The agony I feel as he plays his games with you.
The pain in my heart will never leave me
Until I hear “I love you too”
Teela Hart 