Mother’s Day Wasn’t For Me

There was a time I thought this day wouldn’t come for me.

A time I often thought, when is it my turn, when will it be?

Month after month, I’d take the test to see what would appear.

The result was always something that I would fear.

What will it be, will it be one or two lines?

Will I have a little darling, a darling of mine?

A darling to nurture, to cuddle, a love so true,

To hold close, to be mine, and smell so brand new.

I was happy for other mothers and ‘mothers to be’, bitter I was not.

Perhaps a little envious, there’s a difference but not a lot…

For the mothers that have been ‘trying’, hold on, it mightn’t be long.

To the mothers who have suffered loss, believe you are so strong!

Hard to believe you are here now, my sweet, sweet girl.

Everything I’ve ever known, is now a different world.

And even though, there is little rest,

My days with you are by far the best!

- Renée Melizza

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