My mom was the easiest person in the entire world to talk to. The easiest person to relate. Never judgemental or shaming of my actions. Always open armed to my friends and children in need. Funny in her mannerisms and stories.
My mother was the type of woman that came into my classroom and would do art projects with class out of her own pocket. My mother was the type of women that allowed all the neighborhood kids to walk in and open the fridge.
My mom's always knew how to have a good time. My mom's always had some ligour in the fridge. My mom's always loose with her morals. My mom's always had to have her fix.
My mother bear was sick with cancer. My mother bear was sick with alcoholism. My mother bear was sick with addiction. My mother bear was sick in the mind.
My mom lost her children. My mom left her children. My mom never called her children. My mom forgot about her children.
My mother reappeared a different mom. My mother reappeared on different drugs. My mother reappeared into my life. My mother reappeared like it's alright.
My mom's was clever tongued when she spoke. My mom's a thief of all she knows. My mom's a conartist for docs with drugs. My mom's a lover of you're the plug.
My mother bear upgrades to tar. My mother bear my fallen star. My mother bear she coped with drugs for fun. My mother bear dead so much for motherly love.