Mom

Mom 

Even when they told you 

I was done before I started, 

you believed in me.
As a still born baby 

brought into the world 

with healthy lungs 

and a frog-like smile. 

Two weeks late 

I greeted you on an Earth Day. 

What happened next was seeing past 

what others had said. 

Having faith in that I was important. 

From tutors with pachyderms

and phone calls of a lone dinosaur 

roaming the playground with just himself. 

You smiled and laugh 

telling others I was okay. 

As I was dealing with high school heartbreak 

and stresses that the coming days started to throw at me

you waited patiently for me to come to you 

as I would be drawn to the safety in your arms. 

You gave me the tools for me to find myself. 

A man of creature fancy 

who’s tools are paper and pen to 

become a god in world only I can see 

and bring them to you and others. 

You taught me to take my pain from this world 

and turn them into my own worlds of creatures and magic. 

Now as I sit in this hospital 

and news dolls on about problems that 

are insignificant or global. 

I hold my tears back

happy to know you are my mom. 

Giving me the strength and support 

to not just be me 

but to give me aid in battling my own imbalanced demons.