Mothering Sunday
A morning which should be full of flower and spoils
Is a day she dreads
Shop windows signs “Don’t forget Mothers Day,”
Supermarkets burst forth with bouquets
Memories of children rushing in with soggy cereal
A treat for Mum
She just wants it to be Monday
A heart that was beating with so much love
The day she met her child
The same heart now is broken and torn
Every morning is a struggle
No child to hold in her arms
She holds just a void
An empty space of nothingness
The sound of a child’s cry still so fresh
She is unable to comfort
A tinkle of laughter is a distant memory
And so she will walk, she will reflect
On a time gone by
Only she can feel the pain and hurt
A mothers love is everlasting
That love will never diminish
A selfless love.
A day that will come and go
A Mum today and tomorrow.
Jane
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