Well, here it is,
something that I've tried
for years
to frame with words
that will not buckle
under the weight of their own meaning:
the hardest thing I've ever had to write.
I realise now
no words of mine
can adequately express
what I want you to know.
There is no way of paying off my debt to you,
no way of ever thanking you enough.
But I have to try.
For the countless anxious nights you've spent
by my side
on hospital floors;
for holding my hand as worlds imploded;
for giving without question
everything you had;
for being strong when my own strength's failed me;
for helping me unfold, evolve
and find myself,
and for accepting the person I've become;
for being there to chase away my nightmares,
and for sharing in my dreams.
Nothing I can possibly do or say
could ever be enough
to match what you have given me,
but know that you have
my utmost gratitude,
my deepest respect
and my love,
unconditionally and forever,
and that I will always be proud
to be your daughter.

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