The Years Without a Mother

Dear Mom,

The mother that I lost many years ago to a terrible disease.

Cancer.

On the first year.

Every night I went sleep,

Hoping never to weep,

It was a leap.

On the second year.

Double digits suited me well,

But it was only a spell,

To keep me from living in hell.

On the third year.

I was finally on top of the food chain,

But like a storm drain,

It was only filled with rain.

On the fourth year.

Unprepared for middle school,

I looked like a fool,

Thinking that I could be cool.

On the fifth year.

The last four years of being a kid,

Are the ones that you must cherish,

But some sometimes perish.

On the sixth year.

Halfway towards college,

But with little knowledge,

Of what I must acknowledge.

You are really gone.

Must I must go on.

On the seventh year.

The 16th birth year should be spent with no other,

But with a stepmother,

It is no bother.

February 03, 2018.

This date marks eight years,

And as my future nears,

I no longer fear my fears.

Sincerely, your daughter