For them.

People ask me.. 
why I remain intrenched in the madness.. 
why don't I just walk away? 
How do I not, like Ophelia, drown in sadness


I  believe that in some strange way.. 
I was placed on this earth
To give them a chance
For they are mine beyond their origins of birth


 There is a difference between 
 moms and  mothers
Mothers make sure their kids are fed and clothed
Placing themselves before the others


They love each child
but only as much as they can spare
The love of a mom goes beyond themselves
A child can feel their love in the very air


She may call herself their mother
She may cast me down and drag my name like trash
but my love for them is like hard steel
that cannot be turned to ash


 I am theirs forever.
 I would die for them. sacrifice for them
I have hoped and cried for them
And most importantly I will strive for them