Holding Your Thread

Always wearing the guilt of all you gave me

If you had dull rags, I have cashmere cuts

I used to dream of everything I could be

I’m living it now, but I see you behind me

All the comforts that bring ease to my days

I know you didn’t have at my age

The days go on and all I see

Is how much you gave up for me

You lived your youth in search of stability

And it’s the baseline of who I choose to be

I wear the garments you took a lifetime to sew

A poor woman’s thread now an antique relic 

Of all that it cost for me to be here now