My mother, was the oldest of five and now she's the oldest of, two. My mother, out-lived two younger brothers and a father, after HER father left them just like mine did. My mother married, my father young, at heart and My mother, gave birth to one, ungrateful, spiteful, spoiled, child, me. Time darkened My mother's skin and her hands grew coarse, as she worked at home and in a chilly office. My mother cooked and she yelled and she loved us as best she could and My mother went to AA meetings when she realized she had a "problem" and until today I never realized just how much I loved My mother (c) 2000 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved