Motherless
Motherless Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child Mother’s Day approaches People are running to get gifts, plan meals, and purchase flowers for their Mothers I stand alone Feeling like an orphan My Mother lived a good life But she left me She went to heaven and she is gone! I don’t have the orchids to buy, take her out to dinner, call her up and laugh with I dread the holiday every year I don’t want to go to church and stand up so you can give me white roses So that everyone knows that I had a mother and she is deceased People staring like poor baby I put on a smile and inside I am crying I want to hold her hand one more time I want to hear her voice on the other end of the phone I want to go and get her something nice to wear I want to sign that card for Mother’s Day I don’t like to feel this way Motherless!!! by Patricia A. Saunders Author of Let It Rain www.patriciaasaunders.com