mother

Nightmares of childhood
Memories really-
Waking up
Drenched in sweat
Aching from somewhere
Deep in my chest
With a longing to be held
To be told through warm muffled breath
That everything will be Okay,

I wish I could recall the words of a lullaby
And fall into a memory of my mothers voice,
It feels wrong to mourn so deeply
Something I never had

Author's Note

feedback and opinions are very appreciated.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This resonates with me. I have brought my three grandchildren up because of their mother's mental health issues. I hope I have been able to soften some of that loss they must have felt. I found this write both powerful and moving. I am liking your poetry.

Chris

[cricket]

Thank you so much! And I’m sure your grandchildren are very grateful, I know that I am for my sister and non-blood family. well wishes! 🦗

[Gee]

The last four lines are so, so powerful and well written.
I never missed not having a father figure as my mum more than made up for him not being there, was a constant, a comfort blanket, security.
This reads as though your mother either left your life at a very early age of was much less to you than a mother should be.
You write well cricket(m/f?)

[cricket]

Thank you so much. This is one of my more personal poems, So I’m glad you enjoyed it. My mother struggles very deeply with her mental health and couldn’t be there for me (almost at all) during my childhood or now, my dad was absent. My older sister took care of me and practically took on both of their roles.

(I am male if that is what you were asking 😊)