Dear Mom,
I don't understand you.
You haven't been loved in years.
I write about love all the time.
It's lack is possibly one of my fears.
I think it's that you have found love in me.
Enough love to fill the void of the other
type of love.
You smile continuously
even when the pain of the world piles rigorously.
Although, I may not agree with everything.
But that does not matter.
Because you give me everything.
You give me love.