Two Roses

for Mother's Day

This may not be considered dark by most but read it, then you can understand why this is my hell on earth

Each and every year, the worst day of the year, makes itself known to me
Mother's Day, should be a happy time for me, but no it just adds to a broken heart
The hurt within my heart and soul, from this I wish I could just flee
It wasn't always like this, when my mom was alive, honoring her made me as happy as a lark.
 
The grim reaper made sure this one day, is a living hell on Earth for me
As a child, he came and took my mom away, and I was only eight
Then as an adult, he took six children from me, leaving me with only arms that ached, from what he took away from me
I have to blame someone, so my blame, I blame the reaper, for handing me such an awful fate.
 
When I was a child on that day I always wore a red rose, telling everyone, my mom was alive
But then after age eight, on this day, I had to wear a white rose, signifying to everyone, that my mom was dead
As an adult, five miscarriages and one still born, robbed my children the rite to display a red rose, of this one important thing they were all deprived
The grim reaper, with me his ghastly appetite was definitely fed.
 
So on this day, I have to mourn so much more than most, I cry a thousand tears
The hurt is always there, especially on this day, I'm in the middle, as I cry for my children and my mother
Each Mother's Day, the white rose is always in my mind, burned into my memory for all these years
I have to sit back and wonder about my deceased children, as they would wear the red rose, signifying me, as their loving mother.
 
So each year I remember, as my heart bleeds for those, I lost over the years
The white rose, always in my mind, but then I think of the red rose, my children would have worn, being in the middle, I have cried a river of tears
Then on this day, just like Christmas, I have to face all the heart, and all my fears
In my mind, I can hear them call to me, their voices strong, saying they love me, there is no denying in what I hear.
 
No one knows of hell on Earth, until they lose those closest to them, and the memory of the white rose and the red rose, they are always in my mind
But I take solace in knowing, on the other side, they are happy and care free
I hope peace in this place, for them, it wasn't hard for them to find
The roses always within my mind, but I know my mom and children, on the other side, they are happy, and from the pain of this old world, they have been set free.