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I have been with my mother her whole lifeSince her own birthInside her, Patiently waitingThen, I sat with her,Patiently waiting,for affection o’clockHearing, listening, and LearningAbout men and life and parentingShe’d hold my head while I cry for an endShe’d smile and nodAnd it was her turnShe sat, patiently waitingFor me to grow To understand what it is to beA woman, alive, scared.Anxious and sickThen, she told meAbout her burden, an heirloomPassed from her motherGifted to me along with her loveand her struggle to show it over the drone of illness that we sharedI became fixated, fascinatedThen, angry, I didn’t want this,she must’ve known the pain she would give to usHow dare she?Then, I was sad, and understanding,she too has and does experience the tournament of girlhoodHer desire as well as minefor a coin-operated boyAnd I learned to appreciate all the love she did share with us,Though it is inevitable for a house filled with Confused scared children to be more toxic than a nuclear plantShe persevered, enough that I know she loves usShe never judged, only supportedThe ability to recognize others' direct impact on yourselfIs nothing short of a hammer to your heartMy mother, unlike other motherly figures I had grown to seeHad never tried to change meHer hands bruised me, sureHer words confused meAnd her actions enraged meBut she never stopped trying to do what was right.My mother and I share a mind,I will never be separated from her because of our bond,blood or otherwise.I love my mother because though I have witnessed her at her lowest,mentally ethically, parentally.I knew her enough to forgive,she, like an old friend, will never be stained.Like an old water bottle, she may be dinted and scratched but she is clean,I pride myself on being my mother's daughter,Taught to be strong from the dangers in the worldthat sometimes included her and situations she put us in.She taught me to protect my siblings,love them as my own.I have missed my Mum my whole lifeSince my own birthI wait patiently for the quiet moments to love her all that she deserves
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