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Not A Mother's Day Poem
It's hard to write a Mother's day poem,
Focusing on just one day,
To tell you how great you are,
To tell you you're appreciated,
So I won't.
No fancy rhymes,
In the style of Hallmark.
No sappy phrases,
No empty promises.
A poem can't make the problems disappear.
It can't erase all that I've done wrong,
Or ensure that from now on,
I'll do right.
Nothing can make the fighting stop,
And that's partly your fault.
You're the one who made me strong like you,
Stubborn like you,
And fight for what I want like you.
I know I make you so mad sometimes,
That you wish I wasn't born.
And sometimes I deserve it.
I do what I can,
I yell and I lie,
To get you to stop nagging me.
I pretend like nothing I do is wrong,
You're the one who's wrong.
But it's not so easy to lie to myself.
When you yell at me,
And tell me all of my faults,
I'm with you every step of the way.
I have a conscience,
And I have a brain.
I'm intelligent enough to know when I've screwed up,
But who likes to admit it?
I learned that from you too.
You're the most difficult woman that I know,
But I wouldn't want you any other way.
I need someone who cares,
Who's going to protect me from bad decisions,
Who wonders where I am,
When I'm not home.
Your constant concern has given me a conscience.
You are the voice inside my head,
Telling me what is wrong and right.
I don't always listen,
But that's my choice.
You've sheltered me,
But at the same time made me free.
Free to do what I love,
Be who I am,
But also free to make mistakes,
And do I ever take advantage of that one.
I'm stupid sometimes.
I do things I know I shouldn't,
And you get mad,
Disappointed,
Then hopeless.
You give up on me,
And think that I'm beyond all help.
Well, I can help myself.
No matter how big of a mistake I make,
I learn from it.
I need to get hurt in the real world,
To live in the real world.
I know that thought scares you.
That you can't control what I do,
Or make things right when I mess up.
I'm 18 years old.
I'm an adult.
My mistakes are my own,
And all you can really do,
Is continue being that voice inside my head.
Yes, I don't always deserve what you do for me.
Yes, I take it for granted at times,
But I know that without your support,
I wouldn't have all that I have in my life.
You know what my passions are,
And not only alowed me to pursue them,
But you encouraged me,
Paid for me,
Drove me,
And most of all,
You were always my biggest fan.
Mom,
You gave me life in more ways than I ever really knew.
You brought me into this world,
And gave me everything,
I ever really needed.
Thank you,
That's all I can really say.
And maybe you'll laugh.
Maybe you'll still be mad at me,
But that's ok.
You don't believe that I appreciate you,
But I do.
You don't believe that I love you,
But I do.
I'm just sorry that it takes a poem,
For me to tell you that.
