You were young,
trying to build us a life
out of broken beams.
He did what monsters do.
You didn’t see the wolf
behind his easy smile.
No one ever does.
Storms come,
even to mothers
who pray.
But you've carried this burden
far too long.
Put it down.
I grew up anyway.
It shaped who I became.
And you helped me build a life
I wouldn't trade
for anything.
I love you.
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