As I obsess over the latest couple on screen
I am reminded of my mom’s persistent voice
Of searching for a good, caring husband
To go on many dates and experience love
Yet, a flashback intrudes my mind
To the day my childhood ended
A regular occurrence
Of my mom and dad’s muffled arguing
In a secluded room
That day I realized
That my adolescence was fading away
I became the second mom
My older brother was now younger than me
And I no longer had the opportunity
To play with dolls and play princess
My perspective of love will forever be fixed
On the good, caring, perfect husband
That my mom insisted on finding