Two pairs of hands
One pair made from the other
At one time they had been entwined, so close and tight
More like best friends instead of Mother and child
As years passed, as those tiny babies hands started to grow
Something happened, what exactly I guess I’ll never know
As the wedge grew, farther and farther apart
At the end, seemed like we were worlds apart
These two pairs of hands
Both were filled with hurt
An undeniable hot knife stabbed in both hearts
Mine filled with so much fear and pain
What more filled his, I guess I’ll never really know
On this day, 4 years ago it was
The last day that these two pairs of hands had know each others touch
The last day, a mother would ever feel her babys hands
As the years have passed, memories now todays haunts
Haunts that I live each and every day
Never really understanding how or why
Losing my best friend, my heart, my lil one
Today, 4 years later, One pair of hands
Have grown into a strong man’s, still growning
Steady and still, confident and looking into his future ahead
Today, 4 years later, the other pair of hands
Still shaking, still lost, missing her lil man’s hands
Today, On the day that’s set aside for Mother’s all around,
A Day To Celebrate, With their children small to grown
For me, it’s just another day filled with hurt and pain
Oh extra special it is, Cuz today, it hurts even more so.
The pain is felt in the gut, even as many tears I’ve cried
At one time, I thought there were no more tears to shed
But today, a haunting reminder of the last time I held those lil man’s hands
The tears Flow that can fill the oceans and seas
No closure in sight, regretful I am.
A mother that will stay lost without her best friend, her lil man!
You can see the smiles are forced, trying to hide our pain.
Trying to make the best of saying our good byes…
And no I won’t get a phone call from him, this I know.
So my day, Mother’s Day, it’s just another day
Just another day filled with hurt and pain
A day that’s filled with even more so than every other day.
Hating when this day comes around with each year it passes
For It’s definitely not happy for me!
Dated 5-12-19 10:49 AM
please i ask that respect that im a parent, im a mother filled with hurt. please respect that im human. and please dont tell me happy mothes day, please respect my wishes and understand. its just best, just to act as if it’s just another day and just not acknowledge it to me ok…i dont want to hear im sorry’s or nothing i just dont want to hear anything about it ok please i just want to leave it be and ignore what today is
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