My monologue

I wrote this for my musical theatre  tryouts

There are many things I wish I could tell her

But at 17 you can’t see past his eyes into tomorrow

She looks at me now and sees a housewife who bakes a perfect cake

But not long ago I was her

In love with the"one”

Mama tried to warn me but I wouldn’t listen

I walked out of her house angry and bitter

I didn’t walk back in till her funeral 10 years later

I swore to myself I wouldn’t push my daughter away

So I bite my tongue and keep silent

Praying she won’t succumb to

The same clichés I did