I wrote this to my mother, and my mom and I are now starting to become more like friends. I was invited to Christmas dinner for the first time in years--or invited over period. God has made a miracle between my mom and I. I stopped reacting. Why can't I do that with a drunk?

Anyway, if you care to read on, here is the poem I wrote to my mother several months ago:

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"DEAR MOM"
 
 
As I sit here tonight, with you in my heart, mind, and soul so true.
Putting pen to paper, a special poem I am writing especially for you.
 
Sometimes I just wish you and I were much closer.
To each other, as friends, we could be. I only want to get to know you.
 
Who you are as a person, how you feel about life.
I don't want the rest of our time together to be just a fight.
 
My actions in the past seem to keep you form seeing.
Who I am, how I really feel. I do know you still love me.
 
I need you to know just how much I love you too.
And should our spirits ever part, I long to still feel you.
 
Maybe we could both leave the past behind us today.
Have the mother/daughter relationship that we should. There must be a way.
 
Please, Mom, would you give me the chance.
Not to miss out of the time that we have left together. Can't we just join hands?
 
You may be thinking the words I write to be just childish and strange.
Maybe so, but the feelings in my heart I cannot rearrange.
 
Please accept my words to be honest and true.
All I want is the chance to be able to love you.
 
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
MOM!
 
Love always,
 
Stacie