A poem by Sierra Mansfield That day in the sun felt like a lifetime of happiness My sunhat barely covered my squinting eyes My mother held me in the shallow water While my father watched from the grass The chlorine from the pool irritated my nostrils As the children splashed and swam freely My mother looked at me with deep thoughts of Love and admiration as she held me This was the last good memory I Have of my mother I never knew what went wrong Was it the fighting? The lies? The abuse? Did...