Is just another day
In which I am alone in an envious haze.
Another painstaking reminder
That you are no longer here.
I hope, wish, pray
For your return but
Where you are there is no coming back.
In my life I have not spent one
Mother's Day with you
And it rips my heart knowing
There will never be a day nor holiday
I can spend with you.
A day of worship
Becomes a day of dispair, of grieving,
Leaving a sense on longing.
In school we used to write about our dear mother's;
I was the only one who was left with blank pages splashed with tears.
Is just a day dream for me
Where I am lost inside my mind
Wishful thinking rather.
Perhaps at the end of the rainbow
There would be my sweet mother with her captivating smile
That haunts my dreams in the wee hours of the night.
Instead of flowers, cards, and chocolate
All you get is a visit from me at your grave
Every couple of years
For I cannot muster up enough courage to see you.
Is just another day you see...