Diana Vitantonio

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I met my mother when I was 37

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I met my mother when I as 37

She came as a surprise to me

I don't know how she found me

I thought I did well hiding

 I think she heard my silent screams

That rose from the storms in my chest

My mother

She sat and waited two full days

As I crossed my arms and contracted my face

She waited until i was ready to speak

She asked me how I felt and when  

I screamed in fear 

She  placed her hand on my heart

My mother

With compassionate eyes spoke softly

 I understand you've been scared

She asked me what I needed 

And never shamed me for my answer

She listened to everything I said  

She sat with me for days

She played with me 

And she let me play what I wanted to play

Regardless of my talent or if I would later make money doing it

So together my mother and I 

Dance

Sing

Color

And

Write 

She knows those are my favorites things 

My mother listens to my pain

When no one else dares to

On that day she came 

She sat there as I screamed

And screamed and screamed

 At her

I told her I hated her 

She said she understood my anger

I could tell she by her face she was telling 

The truth

She stayed with me

And she's still here

She hasn't left me since

I met my mother when I was 37

Her hand is found at the end of my wrist