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I was raised by a kind woman.
She was older,
Her bones were brittle,
But she loved me,
And that was enough.
The woman who raised me,
Also raised my mother.
My mother tried to be gentle,
She tried to love me,
But I always knew deep down,
She didnt want me.
When i say my mother didnt want me,
Many will jump to think she was bad,
Yet she tried, so very hard to do her best.
It is because of my mother-
The woman who didn't want me,
The woman who tried to love me,
The woman who tried her best-
That I was raised by a kind woman.
My grandmother, in heaven may she rest,
Was a lovely woman.
A kind, gentle, caring woman.
Somone who saw others struggling,
And rather then think badly of them,
Tried to help.
That is the woman that raised me
That made sure i was fed healthy meals,
That held me as I cried,
That cried for strangers she would never know,
That taught me everything i know
I thank my mother for having the kindness to realize she could not raise me herself.
I thank her for allowing my grandmother to raise me.
I thank her for ensuring that i was fed, and cared for, and raised well, even if she could not do it herself.
I do not respect and care and love my mother in the usual way most do, but i do respect and care and love her.
Just as she does me.
Despite this, the person i will always consider my true mother, is my grandmother.
The woman that raised me.
The woman that made me who i am today.