A Different Kind Of Thank You

A tree needs sunlight to grow. 
Poems need poets to write them 
out of the dark corners of their mind.

Today is mothers day… 
Tomorrow will just be a Monday.

My mother may not love like most 
mothers do, but one thing she never 
did was let her demons take custody of us.

No, she was more heroin(e) than 
needles and burned silver spoons. 
She kept us from strolling down that 
dark alley of fire and brimstone and 
never returning for a home cooked meal.

For that, no bouquet of flowers 
should be able to express our gratitude.

Instead, mothers around the world 
should be able to know everyday 
that their sacrifices aren’t in vain.