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As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and old friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Mom's surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing she was there,
Making her proud was my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years are kind of rough,
I'm sure not too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not girl, not teen, motherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you were sick.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.

Please, Mom, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Mom, say you're still proud of me

this is to my mom. she has lupus. she used to play with me when i was young, then she got sick and couldnt do it anymore. i love her more than anything in the world, she may not be my real mother, but she raised me. ive been working on this poem for about a year now, and i couldnt ever get it right. it still isnt. but this is as close as it can get. i still dont have a name for it.