I'm not mad anymore,
I think I understand.
You couldn't take care of me,
So God held my hand.
You weren't the perfect mom,
Sometimes you weren't even good,
But it's okay-I have things I would take back,
Only if I could.
You left me because you loved me,
You left me because you cared.
I'm happy about the good times,
And sad because we have nothing left to share.
Amanda Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anymore-11/
