Mother Poem by Malory Joyce

There was a time she bent down low
saving me from gravity
for reaching up high on my tippy toes
clearly there was no doubt she loved me.
Throughout time her love was my guide
a light pounding on my dreaming door
but then her anger replied
and her beauty stayed no more.
dyed her hair to not look old
but her wrinkles revealed her age
this whole time holding on to nothing gold
her life was a deceiving gray.
Mistakes in my life were caused by my own mother
but I did not mistake my words in saying I love her.