I Call Her Mother

I would stand in the doorway, staring at the woman I never really had a chance to know. All I know of her, I learned from other people. I've heard stories about the woman she was, about things she has done, and how proud she was of me.

I knew precious little of her and she knew less of me.

She would look at me with this blank stare as a horrible sickness took her slowly from me.

I would walk away blinded by tears, trying not to let her see, because it wasnt her fault.

I would stare at her, trying to see the woman inside, remembering the woman I have been told that I have so much in common with.

She would stare at me, not remembering who I am.

One day - someone asked me who she was...

... I told them

Some people call her a hero

Some people call her a mentor

Some people call her a friend

I simply call her Mother.

Dedicated to my Mother -

she has shown me the mother I want to be

I love her always -