A poem for my mom
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Mom,
Graduation is months away
And soon after I’ll be all on my own.
I know in heart you’ll always be there for me,
No matter where I go, whether it be hours or days away.
Dear Mom,
I know you hate your life
And where you’ve ended up
That even when you smile
Your heart aches to cry
Dear Lost but Not Forgotten,
My ears cease to listen to your voice
There is no sound of your talking because there is no you left to speak
My eyes cease to look at your bodily figure
Eighteen years I've been protected under your wing
I'm thankful I've got to fly over seas
Been places I get to say i've seen
I'm thankful I am loved
Because you love me I've got to furfill my dreams
Thanks for toleranting my "Phases"
my changes
my rotations
my edits
my-
well thanks for tolerating my "discoveries"
my understanding of what I've always known
my new definition of love
i will walk with you
pulling your oxygen tank with one hand
holding your hand with the other
because i love you.
i will drain the fluid from your lungs
twice a week
You've taken care of me from the start,
even before I had a beating heart.
Singing me to sleep and tucking me in bed,
placing your sweet kisses upon my head.
You gave me baths and healed my wounds,
Heart heavy, shoulders drooped, I walk through the grey streets, on my way to you.
I dragged my feet through the door, and you turn to me, arms as warm and ready as the cup of tea you made me, your love a kaleidoscope of color.
The one who lovesThe one who holds The one who's heart is made of goldPrecious to us as diamonds to the world
You're still pretty in the rain like sunflowers in the field
Even when your petals droop, yellow you are still
I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I have ever cursed at you
I'm sorry that I have made you cry
I'm sorry for every black eye you gave me
I'm sorry for every time I said "Please, Stop, No."
I sit on the curb late at night pondering all the wrong I have done.
Like the time I cheated on my chemistry quiz in the eleventh grade.
Or when I put my boyfriend before my life long friends.
I seem to have this strange obsession with
Fire
It burns
It melts things
It destroys
It creates
It is
The Epitome of
My mother
My mother smokes newports
