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Salt Water

Fragile is her heart, but with strength she stands,

Love is never her burden, soft are her hands.

With a smile she soaks up the tears,

A blanket of faith to cover her fears.

Forgiveness sits on the tip of her tongue,

Even if I've done the worst wrong.

She loves me more than I could ever know,

A mother's love doesn't need water to grow.

Grief has been given where water should have been,

It happens over and over, again and again.

Why she still loves me, so much so

Why she still cares, I will never know.

My heart has hardened, it sits sunken in scum,

There should be no forgiveness to what I have done.

Nothing to terrible, so still I think,

But I will not break the chains in this family link.

A mother's love does not grow from a seed,

But she is the water that her children need.

When a seed stops getting water, it grows cold and dies,

My mother's water, has come from her eyes.

Sorry mom, for being that blister under your skin,

For you having to dig at it everyday with a pin.

I know I have left scars in your spirit and heart,

I know these past couple months, I haven't been so smart.

I love you, even if you don't think I do,

There is nothing that will ever replace you.

I know I have to grow up and move on in my life,

I will make bad decisions and I will cause you strife.

I can make no promises telling you I will do right all the time,

Or that I will always be able to be here at the drop of a dime.

But I tell you this, cross my heart, I will try,

To always be honest to our family and never lie.

Thank you Mom for who you are and for loving me so,

It is your words of love and encouragement I will never let go.

Copyright © Tiffany Demske | Year Posted 2006

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