My Mother
By Autumn Moon Chan-Garvey
I speak of her often,
Holding her in high regard
My mother is my idol,
My comfort
A few hateful words along the way,
But the core is unconditional love
Because without her,
Where would I be?
From giving me life, to fears of death
She’s held onto me close
My mother, a strange unique lady,
Who finds difficulty with consistency,
An inability to express emotion that isn’t rage
An insecure attachment type,
Which confused me from a young age
But as I’m growing into a woman,
I start to understand my mother better
A single parent, teacher, artist,
a child herself at heart
Looking for love and security
but in all the wrong places,
an escape from her reality, a fantasy,
somewhere to rest her head
I do understand better now, Mum
I hope you see your true worth
You’re an inspiration to me, to many
My mother, a warrior of a women