Mother's Day

[WynEternal]

Mother's Day is quickly approaching. This was something that came to my sleep-deprived mind. Problem is, I don't know what to do with it.

Feedback would be nice; your Mother's Day poems would be too.

 

[EriAliSaa]

What do you mean, do with it?

 

[WynEternal]

Mother's Day.
What's so happy about Mother's Day?
Every year, I am reminded
Off when my mother was taken away.
Gone forever to some place
My father called home.

It was the phone call I had dread.
"She's in no more pain," my father said.
It was two in the morning my mother died
With only my father by her side.

Weeks went by in a blurry haze.
In silence I grieved, but then came the rage.
I felt like an animal trapped in a cage.
I lashed out at the love of my heart.
At the fate that tore my whole world apart.

Every year I have a reminder
That I am a child without a mother.
Because the rest of the year I can pretend
That someday I'll see her face again.

Years later the pain no longer leaves me limp
When I see the smiling eyes of my little imp.
Holding out her arms saying, "Up, Mommy, up."
Now on Mother's Day I can finally smile.
When I hold in my arms the love of my child.

 

[WynEternal]

Sorry, my browser has a character limit.

I'm having a problem with the flow and for some unknown reason, I can't seem to write anything lengthy that doesn't rhyme (even if horriably).