it's mother's day, mom.
growing up, i stayed glued to your side.
a mother's boy, some would say.
i loved, and still do, love the scent of your perfume,
there was no other smell like it.
summer mornings of us going to garage sales with my grandmother.
summer nights spent with you and dad,
watching t.v,
i couldn't ask for more.
you were my first bully.
for a long time and even sometimes now,
i blame you for the way i look at myself and life.
but nonetheless, you gave me life.
you being alive and seeing you go through everything has taught me that no matter what,
i need to keep growing and staying strong.
mom, thank you for telling me you still love me even when the taboo topic of depression came up and caused me to have those "bad years",
you'd call them.
thank you for loving me.
i love you, no matter what.