My Mother, My Teacher, My Mother, My Friend, My Mother is my Angel, until we meet again.

It's a January night, where lost souls and demons attack those vulnerable and weak. A heartbroken woman cries, her sorrows runs deep.

Her mother, her teacher, in life's harsh school, faced battles with life, as her disdain and hatred grew.

Through the glamour of addiction, a pleasant, yet temporary feeling, Her mother laid dying, barely holding on, soul fleeting.

A love born ugly, gift wrapped and placed upon a box marked "repaired." A daughter's heart, heavily burdened but blindly unaware.

In the pattern of DNA woven in the gritty Motel sheets, lays her true identity, now unanswered in grief.

Her mother died with her knowledge of her father now lost. She yearned for her identity, but is her pursuit worth the cost?

Her mother, her angel, forever minimizing her flaws. Her lady was flawless, because, well, just because!

In the entanglement of loss she held her moments of grace. And the daughter decided to choose to love the memories, and ignore the pain.

To understand the love of a dysfunctional, complex, twisted and narcissistic blend. She'd have to ask Her mother, her teacher, her mother, her friend.

As the tears made pools at the bottom of the daughter's face, heartbrokenly she realizes in her dreams, is the only place she'll ever again, see her mother's beautiful face.