Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and I look forward to it just as I have looked forward to Father's Day for the past 8 years.... in dread of the reminder that I am now without.  It was once a joy to get to celebrate both my mother's birthday and Mother's Day, but right now, I will do my best to enjoy it for my children, my mother-in-law and for my sweet grandmother.  

I took some time this morning to attempt at the creative again, and this is what I wrote...


Am I My Mother's Daughter?

Oh, she worked so hard!
Up way too early in the morning
To care for her four-legged friends,
Only ceasing when she could no longer physically get up.

Daily, she toiled at the clinic to secure the benefits
For the disease that would quickly claim her life.
Coming home again to enjoy the dream that was now reality,
But without the one she desired to share it.

Four-legged friends sold off one by one,
But the favored one, the favored one remains...
Waiting to be passed on to her daughter's daughter.
There, the dream lies dormant; will it arise in her one day?

Father and mother, where have you gone?
Where is the dream now?

The home built with Daddy now being readied for market,
Brother and sisters waiting for execution; waiting.
Waiting to begin again the strife over the dream left over
In things and Sentimentality.

Oh, she wanted equality,
But little did she know how agonizing equality would be!
That money and land would release the hearts
Of the dearly remaining ones.

Did you see?  Could you have known?
The dream left is a stumbling block,
A catalyst for dismemberment
Of the family you loved.

Am I my mother's daughter?
Where will MY dream be when I am gone?

by Wendie Beddingfield