WHAT I'LL NEVER HAVE
The sadness is overwhelming
of grieving for the loss
of a Mother, oh so dear
and not one who was always cross.
I long for love and acceptance from you
for who I am today
There is a little girl burried down
who longs for yesterday
She missed out on oh so much
the basics of each and every day
A hold, a touch, the words of love
Which are the platforms for who she should be today.
Instead, I stand before you
A tired, lonely shell
For this is what you've made me
I'm living your hell.
If you'd of never made me
This pain I'd never have to endure
The loss of what could have been
You love - A mothers love, so pure.
by Tracey Poole
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I hate the month of March. My Mothers birthday and Mothers Day.