when I think about things I can't help
but think I don't have anything to complain about.
Not in comparison. I see how brave my mom is being,
in the face on certain death she is hanging onto
the hope of her last goal of seeing my brother
graduate from college. She isn't complaining
about anything. Her sole existence is to set out
and finish this goal she set out for her and her
son together years ago. And now just what seem
like yards away from the finish line she has collapsed
and with every single breath and ounce of strength
in her body she claws towards that finish line.
So I say what the hell do I have to complain about,
NOTHING... with this, my mom is MY HERO...
I LOVE YOU MOM.
YOU HAVE CROSSED THAT FINISH LINE
******Please Pray for my family thank you*******