When I look at her I see me in her eyes.
I want to reach out and hold her but I’m afraid of one of those cheap goodbyes.
She left me at the age of two.
Scared, alone without a mother’s love, helpless and not knowing what to do.
She came in and out of my life.
When she left, all there was for me was pain’s own cold
hearted knife.
It stabbed deeper into my heart, every time she went away.
She came, she went, each time with me wondering if this time she would stay.
I lie here in my bed every night wondering, was I the cause?
Did she leave because of one of my many flaws?
Sometimes I wonder why life can be so unfair.
Why, couldn’t she just care?
Why when I needed her couldn’t she just be there?
Gradually, my family broke apart.
Piece, by piece it broke my heart.
A mother’s love was all I wanted, all I needed.
But I suppose my prayers will never be answered, because
every time I’ve asked for her, I never succeeded.
Rebecca Moors
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-s-love-21/
