Because She was the first to remember my middle name and how it was spelled.
She read my poems and thought about them.
She listened to every stupid thing I would break down and make into the most beautiful thing She had ever heard.
She read me, my heart, like I myself was a poem, because I am, I'm a poem, I need to be read and thought about and understood.
The only problem is She is a fast reader.
You see, my mom always warned me about the drugs on the street, don't do this and this and this. But she never told me about the ones with a hairpin smile, blonde curls, hazel eyes, and a heartbeat. And Mom, thank you for not, I love you for leaving that out, because I learned my lesson the way I should without avoiding it.
