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First writing of anything in over a year. Let me know what you think!!! Unbeta'd, and honestly a first draft :D

Author: Irisri
Title: Mommy
Rating: PG
Summary: Mom's laugh is sunshine


Mommy’s laugh is sunshine
It lets me know that everything is okay
She knows when I’m sad
And when I need to be left alone
She makes me sit in time-out when I’m bad
She knows everything about me.

Mommy knows when I’m lying
And she knows when I want to say something hard
She teaches me to read, to write, and admires my
Scribbly letters when hers is so pretty and curvy.

Mom tells me to go to my room
And I slam the door and pout
Mom knows when I’m old enough
To do what I want, when I want
But I don’t listen to her.

Mom listens when I tell her
The kids are picking on me and
Tells me it’ll be okay
She tells me reading and writing is good
And that someday I'll be proud of it.

Mom holds me when I cry over the boy
And listens when I say what’s wrong
She knows what my deepest wishes are
Except for one.

Mom takes me through the steps
Of being a mother and friend
She teaches me everything I need to know
And tells me it won’t be easy.

Mom tells me that I’m too young
To try to marry this boy who is my baby’s father
And talks me out of it, to wait until I’m older.
She holds me while I scream and sob,
Her hand resting on my rounded stomach
As he leaves without a backwards glance for another girl.

Mom is tired, and weary, sick.
Her laugh is still sunshine.
Now I hold her while she cries
And the doctor tells her what’s wrong
And tells her that she is in
For the biggest fight of her life.

Mom is honest.
And still she says everything is going to be okay
That she’ll be okay. She plays with her grandchild
Like she did me so long ago.

Mom has survived for three years
And in those three years
She taught my son to sing, to say his ABCs.
To count to ten, and backwards from it.
He loves her as much as she loves him.

Mom is thin, can barely get out of bed
And I try not to cry as I help her do everything
She knows I’m sad and she makes jokes
My son wants to know what’s wrong
Why his memaw won’t play anymore
And I can’t tell him why.

Mom’s laugh was sunshine.