A Mother and Daughter

Who is my hero?

My Mom?

My Dad?

That doesn't sound right 

Maybe a Mobad.

But wait-

What has he done for me?

Except cause pain and misery.

My hero is a woman and girl,

A mother and daughter,

Who, when I'm with, cause immense laughter.

A woman who accepts,

And a girl who protects.

A duo and a pair

Who let there be one more

Even if it means the occasional slammed door.

Two people who opened their heart

Even though mine can be tart,

Someone who took me in when I was left like trash,

Someone who shaped and sculpted me from the ash.

My parents, from whom I came, 

Had chosen a different kind of love

One from drugs, and cocaine.

They weren't ready,

They were too young,

But had enough time to get strewn and strung.

Its fine, Its okay 

I have someone else,

Not a lover nor acquaintance, 

Somebody with eyes that water when I get welts.

Someone who cares and prepares for storms to come,

Still, when I'm the one causing them.

A woman and girl

A mother and daughter. 

People who care when I don't-

And hopefully care what I wrote in this conte.