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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