Love of a Mother

On the hot June night I wonder if my mother thought of love and life through her screams of pain and screams for drugs. Did she know I’d break my arm, I’d cry, I’d learn. I would leave. Did she know I’d choose a path she didn’t. Maybe she loves me for it. I loved her for letting my live in her, I love her for letting her soul house mine, and free mine.

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[Wildecat]

This is a heartfelt write. this definitely touched me. Nice write.