without him, there's you
after a day to end all,
the sky turned green,
a mother stared down
fear,
and three young girls
changed forever.
there were so many things
that flew past my
naive mind.
daddy's gone, and mommy
will not talk about it!
i grew into a monster after a while;
i hate you mom,
it's your fault he's gone!
you felt guilt, and i
took advantage;
screams and shouts until
you finally give in.
i disrepsected your authority
getting what i want with aid of childish fits.
a destroyed relationship
between mother and daughter
until finally,
five years it took
until i realized how much i missed you.
here, eight years later
you have nothing but
more love than i thought capable,
more respect than i imagined,
and more pride than i could have
ever hoped for.
my mother,
my best friend,
my father figure,
my protector,
my Pooh Bear..
my inspiration.
i do this for you,
my hero.
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