I never had a mother
Who read “Hello Moon”
Fifty-seven times before
Tossing it behind the refrigerator
I never had a mother
Who brushed my hair
Before each day’s battle
Against primary foes.
I never had a mother
Who hugged me before
I slept and dreamed of
Gold that only I could acquire.
I did have a mother
Who cooked up soup
To last the three days
Before payday came.
I did have a mother
That roared like a lion
And took me to see
The doctor more times
Than she ought.
I did have a mother-
A piece, a part
As much as she could
Borrow against a
Promise made –
That her children
Would never be
Raised by a stranger.
I barely knew her.
Very moving poetry. The unwanted. Women's lives can be so difficult. A woman does well if she can find a way and sometimes she cannot see the wood for the trees. Loss. Well done!
mother loving even her idiocy mother loves her child for all that is there and not there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mothers are the center of our early years. Our love and adoration for our mothers is almost always mixed with the sour taste of their disciplinary measures. Thank you for sharing.