My Mother's Life...

9 years old,

this world is cruel and cold,

diabetes and sickness,

she was cursed with illness,

her husband murdered,

"Why" is all she uddered,

married again,

another nightmare will begin,

a little boy,

saw his mother thrown away like a toy,

tragedy struck,

when they had to live in a truck,

new love,

thinking it's a sign from above,

another little boy,

a graceful bundle of joy,

married with hope this time,

like a peaceful chime,

they said their vowels,

someone get a towel,

there's another one,

she gave birth to another son,

so happy and joyful,

and to be truthful,

it wasn't really heaven,

she opened the oven,

only to begin contractions,

another life happened,

this time a beautiful baby girl,

who'd become her new world,

soon love grew apart,

it took a blow to her heart,

she married once more,

this time her heart became sore,

sore from all the rejection,

as she gives herself another injection,

she breaks down into another cry,

asking why,

why does this happen to me,

she always did believe,

she would find happiness,

all she found was his stubborness,

soon she because weak,

crosswords and word seeks,

was all she had to pass her time,

it was taking it's toll on her mind,

depression and suicide,

took away all her pride, 

she sliped and fell,

damaging her brain cells,

deep coma,

a deathly aroma,

she awoke,

feeling as thou she'd croked,

strong and alive,

amazed she had survived,

she become faithful,

and so hopeful,

she knew it would never get better,

she sat down and wrote a letter,

she didn't want her children to live like this,

she didn't want her children to be called his,

she signed her name,

and she cried in shame,

knowing soon she might die,

she began to sigh,

as she knew she wouldn't hold on,

she knew she didn't have long, 

soon sickness took over,

her hope and faith was lower,

infection spread,

as happiness fled,

they took away her leg,

she began to beg,

to spare her life,

she was afraid to die under the knife,

weak and fragile,

she still gave some reason for her smile,

she began to put up a fight,

she thought the future looked bright,

untill that horrid night,

chest pains,

tears flowed like the rain,

only surgery was left, 

god should've been charged with theft,

because he stole my mother that night,

everyone thought it was right,

to take away her suffering,

but now my world is crumbling,

If she were still alive today,

I would never have ranaway,

I would never have been abused,

my brother's wouldnt have been beaten and used,

what she feared came true,

and "god" has no clue,

she was all my family had,

we now are terribly sad,

I miss her so much,

I remember what she said to us at lunch,

she told us to be strong,

and if anything went wrong,

it was for the best,

but now shes at rest,

she may have been in and out of hell,

even before she fell,

but,she always gave a bright side to things,

but I would give anything,

to just hold her and tell her I love you,

maybe I would'nt be so blue,

if I knew for sure,

her pain was cured,

it's been 3 years,

since I cried those tears,

I'll never forget,

the day we made that bet,

that she would always be there for me,

and now I finally see,

she still is...