Sunflowers

my mother

My mom
The woman who gave birth to me
Gave me the quality of life.
Who is the reason why I'm living today.
Mother brought many issues with her.
Leaving me with my father for a short time at a young age.
Who chose drugs over me.
Who cares more about her friends more than me.
Who almost lost me.
And only judged me.
Yet.
Mother brought so much comfort for me.
Her voice.
When I hugged her i felt safe.
Even when i was not.
Her smell her scent.
Only made me happy and smile.
And now a days.
I have no more of that.
It's no longer me and her.
It's only me.
Taking care of myself.
As she works out her own issues.
I remember when he was here.
I took care of mother.
Like she was the daughter instead of me.
I talked her through her issues.
Swept up the glass from the plates that were thrown.
Told him to fuck off.
I held her in my arms when she cried, even though me myself was terrified.
I took care of her when her bipolar issues went haywire.
When she tried to die I'm the only fucking person that helped her.
And she repays me by ignoring me.
If it wasn't for me that asshole would still be here.
Your welcome.
Mother.