My mother held me close as I cried and trembled,
So many times, I’ve now lost count.
She assured me there were no monsters,
As I awoke screaming in fear from wretched nightmares.
She consoled me as I finally realized where real monsters existed,
The monsters that hide deep within our souls and hearts.
My mother feels proud, even though I give her little reason to be,
She loves me as I am and what I am growing into..
She has loved me since her gentle eyes first gazed upon me,
A love that is undying and brings her great pain at times.
My mother has loved me and may be one of few who always will,
Though I have showed little worth to deserve such worship.
She is more special than she’ll ever realize, she’s something I can’t describe.
I hope that someday, she’ll know just how much I care,
That someday I will bring her as much joy as I’ve brought her despair.