A short poem written in my mother's voice, talking to me from heaven.
Dear little Sammy, I think of you now
How I managed to raise you I will never know how
Although you were born into a world of deep shame
I loved you and gave you your grandfather’s name
There were five different mommies living inside of me
The mommy that loved you was the real me
As a young mother I wandered through a thick fog
The others called you Rex ‘cause it's a good name for a dog
By the age of four you were paralyzed by anxieties
I’m so sorry Sammy, it was caused by all the false me’s
I came and I went when the others took over
Now I am gone and you need to recover
From the damage they did to my little boy
When they forced you to fear and abandon all joy
I’m so sorry they tortured you in your formative years
Causing you to develop extreme paranoid fears
They started you smoking, toking, and drinking
I have no idea what they must have been thinking
I know they gave you a very bad start
But I loved you dearly, from deep in my heart
Now I can see you from here high above
Growing in kindness, wisdom, and love
Thank you for caring when I lost my mind
When the dementia took over you were so kind
I see you now crying with a sad flood of tears
Undoing the damage from all those bad years
I’m at peace with myself now and I can see you
Have managed to become a man good and true
I’m proud of you Sam, of the man you’ve become
Love and best wishes, from me, your true Mom
Sam P.