I couldn't help wondering if it was my fualt,
the way my mother slammed the front door in my face,
and causing tears to stream down my reddened cheeks, tasting of salt.
All I wished for was of her love wrapped around me in a warm embrace.
I ran over to the window thinking it wasn't true,
that she would come back and take care of me and my brother.
Her clothed feet smaked against the wet ground, there was nothing I could do.
My own mother.