I remember my mother,
not by the horrible things shes done to me, or by the things shes said to me and thrown my way
But by the micro moments that , to some may seem nonexistent in comparison to the bad
are warm and constant reminders that I had a wonderful mom
Id like to believe that my mother will die in my lifetime,
and SHE will be born anew
And rise above the darkness she has trudged through her existence
In this life.
And my mom will
with no recollection of me,
once again be alive in the world and all hope will not seem lost
Because she would be here
And I ,
A part of her,
Would be there.