Mia Madre

This poem I wrote for my mother, through everything she's stood by me. My mom is Italian, so I have inserted two verses for her. - lei 'e mia Madre -( she is my mother) and - risata -( laughter)

as dark as I am

I forget to look for the light

for I get lost In the shadows of Iniquity

I look, I search

and see a blur of white

 as I concentrate on the blur

   I find myself look at her

I realize how sense It makes

she Is full of hope, full of light

she is my light, my way

       lei 'e mia madre

from the darkest of depths

she has never faltered 

with her strength, her light

has kept me from falling apart

has kept me here 

happy and full of risata

         - AM