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.
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