Loyal and blind, I believed in you.
A mother, even though not of birth.
Trusting your love and caring true.
I grieve as dead, feeling no worth.
Mourning with heavy heart and soul.
The clues of truth run through my mind.
Little things, telling things, won't let go.
Denial and disbelief, in thoughts do bind.
To know but not to believe, overlook.
I am to blame for this blind heart ache.
The signs ignored, years it took.
You can't hide now, you were a fake.
SEPT. 11, 2010