My Mother

I love my mother. Very much. Sometimes I think to myself about how lucky I am to have such a wonderful mother. She brings so much joy to so many people's lives, and through all the crap that she has to deal with at her job or from stupid people, she still manages to get through the day with a smile on her face, and with joy in her heart. Now, every day is not like this - and this is true for everyone. But she has taught me how to be permanently happy . . . for the most part. I am truly ebuliant. So much so, that all my anger seems to be in my music, or some of my writings. But, indeed, life is beautiful, and it is that much more beautiful because of my mom. She deserves the highest respect, and I try to give that to her. I hope I have succeeded.