I knew my mother once,
Her kindness and simple true advice,
I knew her habits and laughs,
And her love of cooking, family, and life,

She would speak of love,
And reached out to me,
She saw my struggles clear,
I would pour myself into her lap,

And then she was gone,
I don't recognize her now,
Hate and scrutiny filled her heart,
She leaves for weeks at a time,

I miss my mother dearly,
As does my father,
I'm afraid for her,
Why did she leave her sanity?