Empty Mother's Day

Cry empty heart; a lonely tear that I have always shed. Through wake of poetry I write and pray this yearning's fed. My desire above all is a reachable impasse. a hunger starved in childhood gone and memories I passed. I wonder if she calls my name, the daughter - one of four. The one who brought grandsons to life and still her eyes ignore. It's on this day that my heart aches and one I labor of. Although a woman I've become, I crave my mother's love.