She makes me snacks and buys me things.
She doesn’t get jealous when others are motherly toward me —
she knows it’s normal and not as odd as one may think.
She puts me first in all that she does; she left lard years ago when he first struck me.
My siblings on my mom’s side still have the same names, but their father is different.
Their personalities are similar; lard’s qualities are missing —
She’s the mother I’ve always wanted but could never have.
She’s the mother I probably will never have.
But she’s in my dreams, and when I sleep I get to see her.
She tucks me in and reads me to sleep.
She gives the warmest hugs and constantly believes in me.
She never uses me —
she compliments and praises me.
She’s everything a good mother should be.
And though it feels slightly childish of me, I like to see her when I sleep.