Anymore - Poem by Amanda Miller
I'm not mad anymore,
I think I understand.
You couldn't take care of me,
So God held my hand.
You weren't the perfect mom,
Sometimes you weren't even good,
But it's okay-I have things I would take back,
Only if I could.
You left me because you loved me,
You left me because you cared.
I'm happy about the good times,
And sad because we have nothing left to share.
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