You taught me to love,
showing me how to put familiar fondness
in the single fondant fancy I would find,
hiding in my lunch box,
alongside salad sandwiches,
that tasted of
“Have a good day.”
“Come home safe.”
“You are the thing I have loved most,
in this wild, wide world.”

I watched you wash my clothes,
turning them from fashion to compassion,
sending me into the world each day,
wrapped in wishes that I would be wise and well,
sending me to sleep,
with stories,
soft pyjamas,
and a small nightlight made of the stars from the sky,
you always taught me was mine to aim for.

So,
why,
when I loved someone,
who loved me too,
the way you taught me,
with kindness,
selflessly,
more than I had ever loved anyone,
in this wild, wide world,
did you suddenly stop?
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