 My poem is called, When I look up at the stars. When I look up at the stars, I thank God for giving me my son. When I look up at the stars, I imagine a family, me, my son, and his father. I know that's all in my imagination though, but I generally want to know what having a family feels like. I don't want my son to experience an incomplete family because it sucks. It really freaking sucks. But I honestly rather raise my son alone than with a father that doesn't try. When I look up at the stars, I see the different and old path of my life that I no longer will follow. There was a dark street of insecurity. My eyes were blinded by love. It was like being in a car that was driving by itself and couldn't be stopped. No one heard me yelling, help me, save me. I used to think drugs would make me feel better about myself. I remember waking up and feeling like I couldn't change my life. I couldn't change the life I was living. Feeling lonely like love didn't exist. My family and friends telling me to leave him. Then there's this street of sunlight, the path I have chosen to live forever. My son changing my life for the better. Walking with my son in my arms, kissing his chubby cheeks, feeling so confident love is here. And life is worth living just by becoming and choosing to actually be a mother so successful in all the duties I have accomplished. When I look up at the stars, I realize how being a single mom has made me so strong. It's incredible. All the people who criticize me don't matter because I am a mother. A mother to Elias Lanarez, my prince. I love him so much. I may not have a complete family, but I love my son with the love of a father, a mother, and a best friend. All that love together just for one person and that person is Elias. I never do anything for my precious baby boy. I hope he looks back on his life and realizes how much his mother loved him. I want to feel loved one day, but I look up at the stars and sigh. Sometimes I wish I had all the money in the world to buy us a better house. But at the end of the day, money doesn't make me happy. Elias does. That's all that matters to me. Elias, I love you with all my heart. Mommy.