What's Love Got To Do With It?

When she is pregnant, the father long gone, the street her home, she knows she cannot afford, or provide for you, yet, will not allow you to be forcefully taken from her womb. When you are born, she leaves you on a door stoop instead of in a garbage dump. Where after years of hardship and pain, she finds you once again, you reject her, then chastise her sin, send her away, do not let her defend against the hell she lives in. When you marry in front of all your family and friends, the only one absent, your mother, you give nary a thought whether she is alive or dead. When the day comes your children wonder why you never talk about your mother, they question what she did, to make you despise her, like no other. When you realize there was no shame, she gave life over death, she gave you a chance you would never have, a home with a bed, instead of a crate over a grate. When finally you search, years go by, until one day you discover her upon her death bed, your head awash with memories missed, those, you will never have, you look upon a face, you once looked upon with hate, tears held in check all these years, flow freely, overwhelmed with emotion, barely able to speak, she takes your hand, smiles, then closes her eyes. The last she sees, her son at her bedside telling her he loves her, he wants more time, she dies peacefully, happier in this moment than any other time. What's Love Got To Do With It? Everything!