My Mom Poem by Dislocated Heart

A bad dream,
the monster in the closet,
hunger in my tummy,
tears from scappin my knee..
She was always there..

What I saw,
She was as strong as can be..
Since knee high,
I was told to study,
work for what I want..
no one is gonna just give it to you.
Gotta Work for it.
My mom taught me that.

She taught me how to cook,
how to be a good person,
look upon others with love,
not hate.


For all my mother does..
I love her..

(something that took me years to realize, when that person is finally out of your life...)