This poem is dedicated to all those who have lost their mothers and are experiencing grief on this Mother’s Day. I especially send this poem out to my cousins who are motherless. My mother is the last of her female siblings.
and the phone
no longer rings.
no one to bear
the cost of my grief
to listen to my grumbles, complaints,
and disarm all my ruses and excuses
missing hours of sleep interceding
No one to reminisce about family history,
or chuckle about my childish antics,
Those times swept away at evening tide.
Perhaps, the greatest heartbreak
in missing Mama tomorrow
is all of the words I never said yesterday.
“Give her back,” I demand of God.
“I won’t dodge her hug or ignore her call.”
“Don’t you understand. It’s all just too hard.”
The words come out scrambled,
strangled, almost with no sense,
but without the slightest hesitancy.
Grief doesn’t want to loose me.
But, still, I lift my head and thank God
for the mama I got and wish I hadn’t lost.