*Mothers day, to me
is just, another memory,
gone to waste.*
A day to stop and pause
and remember a lost cause,
only to move on, again.
Because to me, mothers day
is "my mother left me" day,
so, not a joyous occasion.
And try as I may, to hear
the words, "but another is near"
it's just not the same.
Because while I found another home,
my heart still tends to roam,
to other places.
And my thoughts just can't forget
about the life that I didn't get,
no matter how bleak.
But still I try to push past,
and make the smile last,
even if it's fake.
Because I know that someone loves me,
even if she did not birth me,
and now I call Her Mom.