Son of a Tank

your life wasn't easy I was nine that morning your battered face you said you ran into a clothesline pole but it was a tank the same one I ran into when you took us away I should have been angry at him, not you you gave your children a life sacrificed everything yet I never not even now fully realized what a strong, courageous and loving woman my mom.... I'm trying I hold onto the memory of that time a bad call at the very last second cost me a fiercly contested wrestling match you knew it was more than that disappointment grinding me down sitting there on my bed despondent on the cliff's edge staring down into a sea of disillusionment you came sat beside me and told me you understood how discouraged I was but that when you watched me you saw a man fighting a battle and it made you proud and it made me cry god it made me cry