reminds
many of their wonderful mothers who
were there
no matter what the situation was; only one
who
put your life ahead of their own,
you were
the center of their world, the universe.
You know
she will always have your back, never suspect she may turn.
Though this is not
what some think of on this day. Some like myself
wonder
what happened, where things went wrong.
Looking
at her–I don’t see a mom.
Some people
like me, sit with their siblings and talk of how
embarrassed
we are, how we wish we could help.
She’s so far
off the path, hopes of hope are far gone, we continue on.
I’m thankful
for what you have taught me in all your wrong doings of me.
I’m deeply thankful
for the scars you left and my dying insecurities.
Deep, Deep down,
I wish I could love you like others love their mother, but
resentment and hatred lie
where your love is, though I did not plant those seeds,
it was your hand that reached in.
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