For You

Thu, 05/24/2018 - 16:17 -- welfff

I wanted to write a poem about music, but I understood that it is better to write about something true rather than something you feel good about. Now. My mother, she, she has always been there for me. In the highs and lows of my life. She's always been there for me ever since i was born. My mother, the one person that will never leave my side and will always want the best for me. My mother, that selfish beautiful woman that did not trust people with me. The woman who loved me so much, she would prefer to feel pain rather than to see me upset. My mother, she knew I liked meeting new people and she knew that I knew she did not have many friends, so she decided to let go of her fears and allow people into her life and introduced them to mine. My mother, is a fighter. My mother, she fought with many barriers but managed to overcome them and become successful. My mother, is a team player. She decides to put what is best for the family, ahead of her own aspirations. My mother, she has finally opened her heart to new people and she has introduced to my life a lot of her new friends, some are still a big part of our lives and others have left. However, we do not worry if our hearts get hurt, because we know that the good memories are the ones that count. My mother, she may not always be next to me. My mother, she may not be here with me to revise this with me, but she has left me with her friends. She has left me with my father, who like her, is a role model to my life. She has left me with memories, some great and some not so great, but again I keep my head up because that's what she would want me to do. My mother, she passed away when I was four and honestly, i do not remember much about her but i have heard stories from my grandma, my aunt, and my father about how life was when my family was still together. I do not blame the disease or god, because I know that the people in my life, she has chosen and whatever happens to me and my father, she will protect us. I just want people to understand that they should appreciate their parents more. You never know when they will be gone. You should know that they love you and that they just want the best for you even when they are acting annoying. My mother, gave me a new family, new friends and a unique opportunity to see the world from a different perspective. I am sure she would have wanted me to be a fighter like her and share this experience with people like me that are still blaming god. Cry, Accept, Forgive, and Teach.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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