my mom

in my head

my mom was never a drug addict

in my head

my mom was a gentle woman

with soft skin and strong hands

my mom was the woman who sat me down

and taught me to tie a bow

on a teddy bear's ribbon

my mom was a woman

who always smelt warm and sweet

like sweet pea and cigarettes

in my head

my mom was a beautiful light

whose eyes crinkled at the sides when she laughed

so, to me

my mom never left

because she was always there

in my head

maybe that was the hardest part about her return

she is not the perfect image i created

in order to survive the pain of her absence

she is not a perfect angel

who brings light to the world

my mom is a woman who hurts

my mom is a woman that has been through hell

but most importantly,

my mom is a fighter

that fought her way back to me

she may not be the woman i created

in my head

but she is a beautiful woman

who is not giving up

on me or herself

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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