Disguised Blessings Poem by Chanyn Fuller

I wish I didn't envy my mother so much, but I can’t help it. She has survived many things in her life, and she gets wiser with every step, breathe, and blink of her eye. Some may see just an aged woman or a life enriched soul. These are true, but there is so many layers of complexity. Mother hides things from everyone, including herself. Experience isn't a bad thing, but may seem it at first. Emergencies are blessings in disguise.