Ode to My Momma

Many say it's lame to write a poem about your mother but the story we share is unlike any other. When I was young, so was she, and we'd both just begun to see what the world can bring. I experienced the dirtiest places and began to know the lost faces of people gone astray. Later than sooner my mom found her way. I couldn't comprehend let alone mend the wounds our journey had brought. My heart was lost, and it wasn't until college I began to piece the parts. Norman delivered answers before and education to the relations in my life. I met the faces of my generation that would walk the roads of stories I've told. I met her through becoming myself and shelved memories have faded. Doubts have abated and the peace for which I've waited has finally come. So Mom, I love and respect you wholely as your daughter, and you couldn't pick a better man that Thomas as a father. I look forward to your future and the good things ahead. Look to your heart; a tiny thread connected to me.

Because of you I've come to be

and it's for you I see what I see.

Author's Note

Everyone's mother deserves a poem, right? Mine has a bit of a twist.