By Amy Jenner
Shared on Mother’s Day, with kind permission of Amy’s family.
Not My Day
Hollow vases
And an empty doormat
Ready meal for one
No tiny hand to hold
Or brow to kiss.
There’s no special day
To celebrate me
And my choices
And the heartbreak
Of the things I can not alter.
Missing little odd socks
And messy piles
Gathering on the stairs
My stairs are barren
Their solitude climbs all the way to the top.
The silence is deafening
No chatter or pitter patter
Doors don’t slam, feet don’t thud
Just a lifetime of Mothers Days
That don’t belong to me.
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