I´m OK

Once upon a time,
There was a little boy.
In his early years,
he had to learn.
How to raise himself.

The hurting,
to see the pain,
across my mothers face.
screaming and yelling,
To the defend the childs.

Bruises fade father,
But the pain remains the same.
And I still remember,
How you kept me so afraid.
Strength is my mother,
For all the love she gave.
And every morning that I wake,
I look back at yesterday,
And I'm OK.