Poems For People Who Don't Deserve Them

Mother, I

I am all the best parts of my mother

All but the worst

Ive learned from her mistakes

And from her accomplishments.

I am her

and she is me.

We are all but one

And of none

My laugh belongs to her

As do my eyes

And my freckles.

My body she created

Her body I imitate.

I am a shapeshifter

Transforming into the better parts of the mother I once knew.

How can I forget a blood

That now runs in my own veins?

She sings me to sleep with songs of the ocean

And wakes me up by the purr of a black feline.

She is the sunlight and the moon itself

I wonder if she now lives there.

She was the home

For a wandering heart

who will now continue her journey

In hopes of one day finding that ocean

With the little house on the cliff

Where she'll be waiting

For her reason for living,

And dying.

For me.

For us.