For My mom and Rhett

This One is for my Mom. Who is going through hell right now. Things get to her but she is still able to simle. Everytime she simles,I just feel a little bit better.
Another pop-up-poem

Times get tough,
and she dries her tears,
The asshole gets to her,
but her faith is strong,
Everytime she falls on her knees,
She stands back up again,
stronger than before.


Rhett-The one person I can always count on. I love yo so much and I can't imagine being without you. I have written so many poems about you. One more random one wouldnt hurt.

The yelling and screaming,
that gets in my head,
just a simple kiss,
makes me forget.
The tears that fall,
with no reason at all,
You hold me near,
and my simile brightens.
when I need someone to talk,
you are always there,
with open ears.
When I need someone just to be there,
there you are,
open arms and all.