I Weep Poem by Holly Jamestone

My birthday came and went
And I never heard from you
I didn’t want a card or gift
Intangibles would do

I merely wanted just your voice
To say you thought of me
That I exist in some small way
And that I’m number three

That you are first, the kids are next
And I am third in tow
Behind the things you hold most dear
A Mom you’d want to know

When Mother’s Day sped by in May
Your call was sorely missed
And now I know with certainty
That I do not exist

You’ve struck a chord and torn my heart
The wounds are raw and deep
I’m still your mom, with head held high
Though when alone I weep

(8-21-2013)
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