She makes me snacks and buys me things.

She doesn’t get jealous when others are motherly toward me —
     she knows it’s normal and not as odd as one may think.

She puts me first in all that she does; she left lard years ago when he first struck me.

My siblings on my mom’s side still have the same names, but their father is different.
     Their personalities are similar; lard’s qualities are missing —
          thank God.

She’s the mother I’ve always wanted but could never have.

She’s the mother I probably will never have.

But she’s in my dreams, and when I sleep I get to see her.

She tucks me in and reads me to sleep.

She gives the warmest hugs and constantly believes in me.

She never uses me —
     she compliments and praises me.

She’s everything a good mother should be.

And though it feels slightly childish of me, I like to see her when I sleep.