Mother's Day Misery 2012 Poem by Victoria Gauci

Mother's Day Misery 2012



Most days I can get out of bed,
Find something pleasant inside my head,
But then there are days when I want to hide,
From all of pain I have hidden inside,

Yesterday was Mother's Day and I was forgotten,
I've nothing left and what is left is rotten,
I say with conviction that I was a good Mother,
But the way that I'm treated makes my soul shutter,

Where do I go, what relief do I get?
Where is the love, where is the respect?
I raised my children to be loving and kind,
Yet never since the divorce do I ever get mine,

How long can I carry this heavy bag of stones?
How long do I pretend that I'm not alone?
My children don't love me and I don't know why?
They are not bothered by how much I cry,

A young man that isn't even my own,
Remembered to call me on the telephone,
Happy Mother's Day to you, have a nice day,
Words my own children can't even say,

I feel frozen inside a very dark place,
Memories are torment that I can't erase,
If I could just know what I am guilty of,
Then I'd know why there is no longer love,

With a wounded heart is a painful way to live,
Why can't my children find a way to forgive?
Or at least tell me the truth finally,
To release me from my torment and set me free?

Sometimes I hate that I'm as strong as I am,
Giving up on my life is never my plan,
I will remain with my hands on the wheel,
Despite all this misery I constantly feel.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geetha Jayakumar 29 January 2014

Touching and Painful poem. Very beautiful lines.... I will remain with my hands on the wheel, Despite all this misery I constantly feel.....These lines shows courage to move along with the flow of life. Heartfelt...Loved reading it.

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Victoria Gauci 04 November 2013

Anderson, Thank you for your comment. Unfortunately this poem expresses true feelings of which I was going through at the time. Since then things have improved in my relationship with one of my sons (I have two) . We are now close and he did remember his mother on Mother's Day this year. Being a mother is sometimes one of the hardest things to be in this life. Thank you for reading.

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Anderson R. Crowe 31 October 2013

I really hope this is a work of non fiction. I was getting a lump in my throat thinking about my own mother. Either way, it's very good. If it helps, I have a pretty good memory and can pretty much guarantee that I'm going to remember you every mother's day, for the rest of my life, thanks to this poem. Take care.

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