Her face is like stone
Carved by years of life
Etched with memories and strife
A chip for cancer,
the battle she won three years ago.
Her mom left a few marks
Because she broke her heart from the day she was born
memories of fighting for me left cracks and creases
A jagged crevice for an unhappy marriage
For a husband who doesn't care
Her blue marble eyes hardened by years gone by
She has stone wings and a stone halo
Because she helps people who can't help themselves
Every day those stone features weigh down on the woman who bears them
Every day, life finds another way to make sure the pain will stay,
although she hurts she stays strong
Because she has a title far above angel,
she is my mom
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Poetry and Pictures
Poesíathis will contain some poems that cover some darker topics. i will try to put a trigger warning before the start of them. I probably wont be adding to this often. Trigger warnings will be marked like this*
