Mom

This one is for my Mom c:

A girl,

Only nineteen.

A child herself,

With a child.

Alone,

No one.

She has to roam.

Find herself.

Help her dearest

To survive

To strive

And she did.

Alone, all of it.

With not one,

But three.

She calls them

Beautiful

Se makes them believe her

Alone,

She raised them,

Held them,

Helped them,

Fed them,

Warmed them

Healed them.

Alone.

Learned to be

Someone bigger than

A druggie,

A drinker,

The party girl.

She learned,

To grow up.