Mother May I

We have no sense of rapport

And I am not so very sure

How things got to be

The way they are with you and me

It doesn’t make much sense

That I should sit here on a fence

On the outside looking in

Of my own window

I also bear your name

And it sure is awfully lame

That I sometimes feel ashamed

To call it my own

And even though I’m grown

It hurts all just the same

That I never will again

Stop feeling lost

Or cast aside by you

And I don’t know what to do

Always finding it so hard

To choose a simple greeting card

Because none seem to fit

The way I feel

Happy Mother’s Day to you

You who haven’t got a clue

How all the things you didn’t do

Caused so much pain

And all the little things you say

Cut like a knife until today

The things you do are things

That mothers shouldn’t do

Please forgive the way I feel

And please accept my pain is real

Try to realize what this is all about

I am sending this to you

Because I need to know if you

Can help the child in me

Who’s trying to reach out

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on May 17, 2018, in kay salady's poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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