I Just Cannot "Do" Mother's Day

I just cannot "do" Mother's Day
Most don't understand why this I say.

My Mother is dead and I miss her so much
Daily glimpses of her my soul does touch.
Her life was stolen from my siblings and me
Domestic violence took her from us, you see.

My sisters have children unseen by our Mother
Being held by one's Gramma is a feeling like no other.
Brothers share memories of Mom in a red cloud of danger
A fist full of pain in their hearts is not a stranger.


I just cannot "do" Mother's Day
Most don't understand why this I say.

My son is missing from this daily world o' mine
Lost to drugs and for his heart I endlessly pine.
He wanders aimlessly in his world, dark and remote
The fears and horrors of his past he continues to tote.

My hopes and dreams for my son, difficult to smother
Live on in my soul and I pray he shall one day discover
A light to lead him along a path that will in the end
Allow him to feel the love of his Mother, also his friend.


I just cannot "do" Mother's Day
Hope you understand why this I say.

My spirit is filled with sadness on this honored day
But I celebrate it daily, in my own special way.
And for those of you who miss a child or your mother
Know that you surely have the understanding of another.

My heart grieves for the loss of my mother and my son
Yet deep inside I know the raging battle shall be won.
For I believe one day a light will shine from up above
Mothers and their children will be reunited by His love.


I just cannot "do" Mother's Day
Hope you understand why this I say.
© 2002 Ruth Norman