Little Ideas for Little Minds

I know her

I've known her for fourteen years.

For 7 of those years I hated her,

For 2 I ignored her,

And for 1 I wished she was dead.

For 2 more I couldn't talk,

Another year, and we broke down,

And the final year, she became my anchor.

I never thought I would see her cry,

And when she did, it made my eyes bleed,

Her stone cold face as she told me,

My shaky voice as I told her.

My mum is my anchor, lifeline and support.

I wouldn't be here without her.