Mom

When I was a girl at the age of 8
My own mother had a tragic fate
After she passed and was all gone
I began to realize she was here all along
Not in my house, outside or any part
My mom has been right here in my heart
When my stepmom drinks and gets all wack
I know my momma has got my back
When I get happy, angry, or sad
I let my emotions remember what I once had
When I feel alone or left out
I remember negative isn't what life is about
Some stuff is terrible and tears you apart
Some things are my mom, just plain art
So when I see a star above
I hope she knows I still feel her love
When dreams are farther then they seem
I just reflect on the life of Anita Darlyne