There is no other way to say, To close my lips and walk away. I work so hard and leave the scene. The drivel can be so mean. I only want to say words that can just wash and wipe away. The life I have lived cannot be changed. The patterns can just be rearranged. I lied, I stole, I opposed and suppressed the truths I told, The stagnation in this situation was you…. my mother. You remain a formidable suppressor in this screwed up realm. You are my beacon, my object to cling on. .. every time I’m scratching or crashing you are who I’m going to latch on to . I fail to show it, I neglect to prove it. But, there is no one who can be more important than what you became to me. I’m hardheaded, I’m hardened, I’m ofttimes downtrodden. Despite all my failures, you peek through the fissures. You love even when I never reciprocate. You’re always there to anticipate all of my stumbles and tumbles– All my ups and downs. Every step of the way you can upright a frown. Without you I would have only blank verses, but because you exist my life still traverses…. A simple laugh or a smile, makes each day worth while. Yet, this one is for you and thanks for all that you do.