She was always,
Good to me…
I didn’t understand,
everything I felt…
She came in…
with a soft voice
Didn’t make me,
feel forced.
Tried to give me a space.
I didn’t have before.
Looked at me,
like I mattered
Even when,
I was quiet.
She didn’t push too hard
She stayed right beside me
Sunday mornings…
Church doors wide open.
She was showin’ me more
Talkin’ ‘bout faith
I never
Heard this before
She was kind…
She was patient…
She didn’t ask,
She just showed.
She prayed
She delivered.
She was the light…
When I felt the dark.
Slowly creeping In,
She showed me love
When I didn’t know,
what love was.
Things happened…
I didn’t understand
Feelings came,
I didn’t have a plan
Didn’t know where,
to put that pain.
So I held it…
Kept it…
Tight,
Inside me.
Never said it,
I never showed it.
Just kept it,
Deep…
So deep…
I didn’t even know.
She ain’t do nothin’,
wrong to me.
I just didn’t know,
what to do,
with myself.
My thoughts
She was kind…
She was patient,
with me!
I couldn’t see
What she really meant,
to me!
She was there,
Always there.
Never turned away
Like a mother,
Love… Unconditionally
I see her clearer now
I just couldn’t before
So yeah
She helped me,
Helped me so much…
more than I knew
I just see everything,
different now…
She is my mother,
that raised me.
ABOUT THIS POEM
About This Poem
“PATTY” is about the woman who raised me and showed me the love, patience, faith, protection, and presence of a real mother.
At the time, I did not completely understand everything I was feeling. I held many emotions, thoughts, and painful experiences inside because I did not know how to express or process them.
Looking back now, I can see her more clearly. I understand how much she helped me, how patient she was with me, and how she showed me love without forcing me to become something I was not ready to be.
This poem is my way of recognizing what she gave me and saying what I may not have known how to say before.
POETRY, REALITY, AND IMAGINATION
Poetry, Reality, and Imagination
My poetry became a form of therapy.
My experiences, feelings, memories, pain, and thoughts first became poems and other writing.
Those writings came from real life—real people, real situations, real emotions, and things that actually happened.
The writing helped me understand, release, and express things I had kept inside.
But I did not always want to remain inside that reality.
Sometimes reality felt too heavy, and my mind needed somewhere different to go—somewhere beyond what was real, somewhere I could explore, shape, and experience differently.
That is where my imagination came from.
My imagination became stories, characters, movies, television series, and entire worlds.
My poetry helps me understand the world I lived through.
My imagination helps me create worlds beyond it.
Both are part of Interra Flux.
