Momma was an angel.
Found in Jackson, Ohio.
A hero in the midst.
She never deserved the hurt, or to miss her grandson throwing fits.

Separation out of mind,
pitiful instincts with his fists.
A troubled man with the deepest struggles,
a timed bomb his children never knew to exist.
Why did it come to this?
Just like every poem,
someday it all makes sense.

Could there be a greater cause?
Brought forth the possibility of greater thoughts?
Ambition in the flesh that his momma brought with the ultimate cost?
His best shot, an ongoing battle that he knows he’d never botch.
Living for his momma, no matter the cost.

15 years later, no search in his findings,
but founded truths in a wish.
A realization of a relationship forever binding,
and this mind for her is the gift.
Having no hope at countless timings,
a gorgeous lady flipped that script.
With her unmatchable kindness
spoken through those luscious lips,
every word will eternally stick.

The lady is mother sent,
it took me a while though.
I never knew I’d find her
from the doubt around the merry-go.
I’ve run in circles,
thinking of false hope.
Momma said “Nope,
you’ll find your why though.”
With a mind torn like hatred of treacherous photos,
still found the reason of this life that’s been loco.
Heavily weighted shoulders dismissing cons and looking for pros.
Never knew the circumstance for next week,
or tomorrow’s place I might go.
Like momma said,
I’ve found my “why though.”
She’s a dark-haired angel
Found in Smalltown, Ohio