I have been with my mother her whole life
Since her own birth
Inside her, Patiently waiting
Then, I sat with her,
Patiently waiting,
for affection o’clock
Hearing, listening, and Learning
About men and life and parenting
She’d hold my head while I cry for an end
She’d smile and nod
And it was her turn
She sat, patiently waiting
For me to grow To understand what it is to be
A woman, alive, scared.
Anxious and sick
Then, she told me
About her burden, an heirloom
Passed from her mother
Gifted to me along with her love
and her struggle to show it over the drone of illness that we shared
I became fixated, fascinated
Then, angry, I didn’t want this,
she must’ve known the pain she would give to us
How dare she?
Then, I was sad, and understanding,
she too has and does experience the tournament of girlhood
Her desire as well as mine
for a coin-operated boy
And 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 plant
She persevered, enough that I know she loves us
She never judged, only supported
The ability to recognize others' direct impact on yourself
Is nothing short of a hammer to your heart
My mother, unlike other motherly figures I had grown to see
Had never tried to change me
Her hands bruised me, sure
Her words confused me
And her actions enraged me
But 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 world
that 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 life
Since my own birth
I wait patiently for the quiet moments to love her all that she deserves
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