Love Forgotten

I have never seen my mother cry or say-”Mary I love you”. I believe she had a heart of stone and found these things hard to do. “Mama don’t you love me”? I asked her this one day. “Do you love me” came back to me in a smirkful way. To hear her mutter these words really pricked me to my heart. So to this very day is has torn my world apart. I try so hard to comprehend these feelings I feel inside. I have been so wounded all I want to do is cry. Even though she has passed away the pain is always there. This is one tough burden I find so hard to bear.