She Was There

She waited years before I came. Four and a half without a name.

But when I burst into her life, she held me close.

She kept me right. We don't share fathers. That's okay.

She loved me more than words can say. Only when people ask

I see that twist inside our family. She was there

every moment, every care. Like a mother soft and strong, guiding me where

I belong. She was there, and her love was always fair.

Even now I guard my heart. But she stays in every