Haunting Memories
Unconventional Mother's Day
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
About the Creator
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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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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