A Mother’s Decision

A mother’s love is supposed to be unconditional

But I'm here to tell you differently in my confessional.

When I laid eyes on this woman,

I knew she would be there to care for, cherish, and protect me.

Never in a million years would I have thought she would flee.

The day I entered eighth grade, my whole life changed forever.

From this day forward, raising me was the job of my grandmother.

Mama promised to come back; Little did I know she was a liar

And even worse, an abandoner.

For ten years, she would be absent in my daily life,

But present for all my achievements.

Her Houdini appearances would do nothing,

But cause me grievance.

Later on in life, she revealed I didn't need her presence

Because I was in good hands during my adolescence.

All caution for worry disappeared from her mind, leaving me behind.

I wasn’t always in good hands; I faced trials and tribulations.

She wouldn’t know because we barely had conversations.

Somehow, despite her absence and broken promises,

She would find time to remind me to “honor my mother.”

But when she chose to abandon me,

Why would I even bother?

The real question I should’ve asked

Is when her decision was abandonment

What honor was there in that?