Always I have grieved for my mother,
for her I have never known.
Her place was taken by no other,
her dying left me alone.
She's been with me each day of my life,
caring for me from above.
I have been a child, mother, and wife,
guided by my mother's love.
Never there to hug or to hold me,
missing her makes my heart ache.
The living of her life helped mold me,
through womanhood and heart break.
Losing her made me a survivor,
it made my brother one too.
She was taken by a drunk driver,
on a day we'll always rue.
My courage I learned from her as well,
for she left her land of birth.
Thoughts of her courage make my heart swell,
validating my self-worth.
She taught me much without being there,
how happiness fills the heart.
Happiness though is certainly rare,
embrace it right from the start.
We never talked about my first kiss,
nor even of my first date.
We never discussed marital bliss,
nor of my future or fate.
It became my turn for pregnancy,
to be a mother as well.
She was not there to talk to you see,
that was it's own kind of hell.
I cry every year on Mother's day,
when my child gives me a card.
I left unsaid things I want to say,
the remembering is hard.
Life is pain is poetry, at least I'll be productive.