Mother,
I miss the time
When I thought of you as a god
Do no wrong
Speak no evil
When I modeled my thoughts around your thoughts
Did all the things I saw you do
You made me, but I am not you
We are different now
Those 1 mm changes add up
After all
When a plane flies off course just a little
It has a very different destination
We disagree on many things
And yet
I love you more now
Than I did then
Adoration and devotion
Have matured well
I may not think you are God now
But that’s just as well.
About the Creator
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By Susannah Bruck3 years ago in Fiction
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