The greeting cards say you have always been there
My reality is you were not
Hallmark indicates you are a best friend
That's something I have never known
You put me down, laughed at me
Were critical of all my choices
Yet I alone cared for you
When hospice said your time had come
Bathed you fed you closed your eyes in death
My reward is troubling memories
Especially on this special day
I try to forget and glean from a happy memory
Sadly none come to mind
Mother's Day is unconventional for me
As others cry and say they wish their moms
Were still in the land of the living
I pray forgiveness if my thoughts are wrong
Although my memories are real
Many are having a happy Mother's Day
Some are sad because they have fond memories
Those like me just make it through the day
After all it is only one 24 hour period
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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