Empty Mother's Day

Written by: Celeste Butler-Mendez

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.