Her smile,
Her smile when she knew I'll be there soon.

Her cry,
Her cry when she first saw me.

Her scream,
Her scream when I made her feel as if she was being skinned alive,
Slowly and deeply.

Her morning smile-was my best breakfast,
Her smothering kisses-were reviving,
Her attention-was the only reason I needed- to live,
Whereas her good night kisses,
Created-heavenly dreams.

My creator,
My world,
She gave me life,
She gave me hope,
And she gave me love,
She taught me to live life,
Then- she snatched it away.

Her smile became a grin,
Her kisses become obligatory,
Her attention begun dominating,
And her good night kisses,
I- don’t remember them anymore.

But I wish to know something,
Did my mother stop loving me?
Or did I just grow up?
Because nobody,
Nobody- seems to blame My Mother.