My Mother

shes just like me, Im just like her, we went down the wrong road for a bit. She lost me to a foster home and one me back with a heart of gold. Ill never forget what my past has done to me, neither will i forget what the future has instore for me. She's my angel, my savior, always helping me. When I cant talk to her she gives me space. Yet shes invades my little bubble. She understands my orientation and loves me with a standing ovation. We will always have that bond, its wielded into granite stone. I understand she tries her best, even when we dreamed of the west. Im scared when she gets surgery, and i miss her every second whens shes... not with me...I love her... SHes my angel, my savior, always helping me.