Phoenix

My mom raised two children
Mostly on her own
When my dad was around
Drunk and unemployed
I am sure he was more like
The third child she never wanted
She broke her back daily
To feed and clothe us
I know she has regrets
Wished she could have given more
Helped more with my brother
Kept her demons at bay
It is easy to beat yourself up
I do it to myself too often
I wish it could have been easier for you
That you didn't have to wait tables
All day long
And work in a bar until 3am
Just to not make ends meet
You sacrificed so much
And I have nothing but love for you
I look at you now and I am in awe
You amaze and inspire so many
Healing others with just your touch
Your heart remains open
And when your laughter unfurls
Everyone around you smiles
You are my Phoenix
I have seen you rise from the ash
And your brilliance
Takes my breath away.

~Amber C. Smith (May 12, 2013)