Empty Mother's Day Poem by Celeste Butler Mendez

Cry empty heart; a lonely tear
that I have always shed.
Through wake of poetry I write
and pray this yearning's fed.

My desire above all
is a reachable impasse.
a hunger starved in childhood gone
and memories place passed.

I wonder if she calls my name,
the daughter one of four.
The only one that bore grandsons
and still her eyes ignore.

It's on this day that my heart aches
and one I labor of
Although a woman I've became,
I crave my mother's love.


by Celeste Butler-Mendez
Copyright © April 29th,2006