The Let Down Poem

I wish I could say I knew what to tell my daughter.

When she asks what real love is.

Mommy doesn’t know.

She’s never really had it.

But inside I know I would feel the pain.

In my chest.

Having to think of all the heartbreak.

Naive scenarios, strange dates, failed relationships etc.

And to think the carousel’s still turning.

Love will come at the next stop.

I keep telling myself.

I tell her “Love is everywhere.”