Mom

by: Anonymous

The look on her face

made it seem as though

her face was drowning.

Eyes half open she looks

half awake, but she can’t even keep

up with what she just ate.

You scream words in my head

while you force me off to bed

voices in my head telling me that

this dream is all dead.

A mother of few, i look up to you

so full of faith, just living life

at your own pace, a champion like an olympic runner

winning a big race.