My Mother And I Poem by Cassandra Reiman

Half Creator of my life
Gentle to the touch to soothe my wounds
Taught me to walk and grow through the years
Stayed by me to comfort, if I were afraid
Arguments ensue as adolescence arrives
Trying desperately to be understood
Promises broken with deceitful lies
And draws a line between us
Years pass as adulthood approaches
I set aside my pride of heart and reach out for her
Now I can't
Now she is gone.