Not My Day

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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