My Mother -

my mother - she is plagued by the disappointment she has had handed to her every man that has walked out her front door was the embodiment of lies they made promises that were anything but tangible but i do not define my mother by the people who have tried to ruin her my mother is a warrior taking part in a battle that has left many wounded my mother wears her hardships like a string of pearls because everyone needs to know that she made it her devotion is a constant in a world where nearly everything is temporary my mother is like a ship that has braved one too many storms and yet she keeps on going and embraces the next one because she'll be damned if she'll be taken down by the one thing she's always survived