Today is Mother's Day,
but it doesn't mean the same
to me as it does to others.
I have no memories of my mother.
She was an unwed, skinny fifteen-year-old
and she died giving birth to me.
I have no idea who my father is,
so I will not be celebrating
Father's Day, either.
I am also not a mother, so I have
no children that will celebrate
and honor me.
I have never been married. Nobody wants
a flat-chested woman. How could I ever
nurse his babies, if I could even have them?
I don't even have a grandmother to honor.
At the orphanage they told me my mother's
parents had been killed in an accidental fire.
I'm sorry if it sounds like I am bathing
in self-pity, but today, and every Mother's Day,
that's exactly how I feel.
A sad piece of poetry written with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Hi Veronica, reading your poem filled my eyes with tears. There a lot of people who are so, which your poem depicts. It should make us to be kind to such people. Thanks for the poem.
Veronica, this poem touches my heart. I'm so sorry that you were denied the blessings of a mother, grandmother, father, and motherhood. I know others who are in a similar, if not exact, situation. One has made two trips to Africa with a group called Mothers without Borders to help children in an orphanage in Zambia. Look around and perhaps you can find ways to share your love with others who need it. May the Lord bless you. And keep writing and sharing your poetry.
Don’t know what to say about that, if you I was being told face to face, probably still wouldn’t know what to say Probably just break protocol and give you a hug, very emotive write. Stay safe stay positive kb
You are a brave girl otherwise you wouldn't have been so candid. So, please forget the feelings like 'bathing.. in self-pity. The poem goes into MyPoemList. Thanks for sharing, Veronica. By the way, Veronica is my favourite comic book character.
I have no memories of my mother. She was an unwed, skinny fifteen-year-old and she died giving birth to me.... //.... At a time when the world assembles to pay a collective tribute to all mothers who are made to feel fortunate and proud today, this poem reminds us of those for whom the 'Mother's Day' is no more than a day of mourning for what the life has deprived them of i.e. human dignity and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, Ronnie! I'm so sorry that you are feeling down on a special day like today! You have survived so far and will continue to do so. The sun is shining brightly here in Kaysville, Utah, and soon it will shine brightly on you again. Think of all the good things in your life. God loves you and has some special plan for you.