My mothers eyes are always steady on me.
Her eyes, a silent plea for a grandbaby, rest heavily on mine.
A constant reminder of what she wants.
She asks for something my heart denies.
I feel shame every time I deny something she so desperately wants
Every time I deny I swallow shame.
Knowing I am not the one to ask for what she wants.
I only wonder if her dissatisfied gaze is disappointing when I say no.
My womb remains stone against the tide of her desperate want.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
My mothers eyes are always steady on me.
Her eyes, a silent plea for a grandbaby, rest heavily on mine.
A constant reminder of what she wants.
She asks for something my heart denies.
I feel shame every time I deny something she so desperately wants
Every time I deny I swallow shame.
Knowing I am not the one to ask for what she wants.
I only wonder if her dissatisfied gaze is disappointing when I say no.
My womb remains stone against the tide of her desperate want.