Bipolar: poems for my mother
i didn’t know where
you were
that one time
but everyone pretended
everything was fine
i got quite good
at pretending
my mother was a beautiful spirit, in a world not yet ready to understand who she was or what she needed. she loved and gave and hoped. she always put everyone's needs above her own, even when it hurt her deeply. she taught me kindness and compassion. the best of who i am came from her.