My Mom

Written by: I Dream In Poetry

It is hard to express the gratitude that I have for my mom
She raised me most of my life as a single mother
Then she married a wonderful man who raised me as his own
Together we shared a loving, fun filled home

She took on a daughter and three sons
And loved them as her own
Now she had five children
A husband and a home

Being my mom could not have been easy
You see, I have been sick most all of my life
A severe asthmatic since I was little
Plus I had seven cancer scares, which all required me going under the knife

She took care of me when I was recovering
She listened to me cry from the pain
Or being sick of taking millions of pills
Even throwing them all across the room because I was so sick of them
She never once did complain

When the stitches were taken out too soon
And I bled all over the place
I was so scared
Yet…she calmed me down with a gentle hand placed on my face

Today I am going through tough times 
Living with a chronic illness called Fibromyalgia and injured spine
My mom is still there to listen to me when I am frustrated
And I am glad my mom is mine

She has also helped raised my husband
Whose own mother recently decided she wants nothing to do with him
Now she is his mom too
Although she did not teach him to tie his shoes