Back then I was blind to the outcome,
A sliver mask hid your secret sickness,
You always wore that robe
and I believed what everyone said,
"She's going to be fine. It's going to be okay."
My love never fading,
Even as I watched what she did to herself,
I would never sit with you because of the smoke,
and I regret that now,
Being with you was lifeless,
And our endless battles
Made me resent you more,
But that love was always there,
Susan Anne Murray Lamarre.
It was a pleasure of having you as my mom and I will always love you
Like a musician who enjoys playing a difficult piece.
A/N: I was going to upload this on November 16th in memory of my mother but I want to do it now. Every time I read this I miss her and love her more. I will be hopefully creating another poem on her anniversary in loving memory for her. I wrote this for my creative writing class and I love the last line. In memory of my mother as one of her favorite movies plays now as I upload this, Dirty Dancing. And it's the iconic scene. May you rest in peace.