To Be a Mom
Life is strange, weird, and insane.
One day you are happy
And then one day emotional pain
Takes over, and leaves you open.
You are left to bleed
With no one to see.
Maybe you should have paid heed
But then again it is my right to be.
My right to be me.
My right to try to move on
My right to try to find and see
My missing three.
I miss them more each day.
I miss their laughs, their smiles.
I miss hearing of their day.
I even miss the sibling rivalry.
I miss being there,
Every single day,
Do they know I care?
Do they know how I feel?
Has someone told them lies?
Are they treated well?
Do they look up and search the skies?
Wondering if I think of them too?
I miss you my missing three.
I love you with all my heart.
Some day your faces I will see,
Praying you do not walk away.
To my youngest three,
Know I am here always
Wanting and needing to be
The one thing I am not allowed
To be your Mom!
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoville | Year Posted 2011
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