Mothers Day

I wrote this is May 11, 2014, 2 months before I turned 45. The last time I had seen my mother was at 13 years old before she put me into foster care.

 

Today is Mother's day and I'm 44 years old.

The last time I saw you, was 31 years ago.

You gave me away because you hated me so,

your abusive ways, it was best for me to go.

 

It's about 6am as I sit writing this,

the rain just stopped & the birds are singing.

A cool breeze comes in through my window,

It's refreshing against my skin....

I'm about to make a second cup of Joe.

 

How sad I grew up without a mom,

the days I needed guidance, had questions and more.

The days I was sick I could have used a little care,

Instead I sat there crying in the chair.

 

The word 'mom' is so foreign to me,

I can't imagine calling someone that ever, really.

It's hard to imagine something you never really had.

Imagine no mother, and not even a dad!

 

I'm a mother myself and my boys are grown,

We've always had a warm & loving home.

No fighting or hurting, or rejection...

Just laughter & love, hugs & affection.

 

My boys know caring, just as they should,

They laugh and play and say "Mom, I love you".

The joy of being a mother is the best gift in life,

How you threw it all way, I can't imagine why.

 

I wonder what you'll be doing on this Mothers Day,

Alone and hateful and no concern I'd say.

When my boys wake up, I'll have good morning hugs, and "I love you's",

For this is the Mother's Day I wished you knew.

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[Insight "MH"]

There is a saying that goes like this : "Treat people in they way they should treat you"


I myself was mistreated by many people, but i fought back with a good heart and a smile, even when there were fires burning me inside, i swallow the pain and just live on being the best person i can be.

Thank you for sharing this slice of life experience .