Victoria Gauci

Rookie (1960 / Cleveland Ohio)

Mother's Day Misery 2012 - Poem by Victoria Gauci

Most days I can get out of bed,
Find something pleasant inside my head,
But then there are days when I want to hide,
From all of pain I have hidden inside,

Yesterday was Mother's Day and I was forgotten,
I've nothing left and what is left is rotten,
I say with conviction that I was a good Mother,
But the way that I'm treated makes my soul shutter,

Where do I go, what relief do I get?
Where is the love, where is the respect?
I raised my children to be loving and kind,
Yet never since the divorce do I ever get mine,

How long can I carry this heavy bag of stones?
How long do I pretend that I'm not alone?
My children don't love me and I don't know why?
They are not bothered by how much I cry,

A young man that isn't even my own,
Remembered to call me on the telephone,
Happy Mother's Day to you, have a nice day,
Words my own children can't even say,

I feel frozen inside a very dark place,
Memories are torment that I can't erase,
If I could just know what I am guilty of,
Then I'd know why there is no longer love,

With a wounded heart is a painful way to live,
Why can't my children find a way to forgive?
Or at least tell me the truth finally,
To release me from my torment and set me free?

Sometimes I hate that I'm as strong as I am,
Giving up on my life is never my plan,
I will remain with my hands on the wheel,
Despite all this misery I constantly feel.


Comments about Mother's Day Misery 2012 by Victoria Gauci

  • Geetha Jayakumar (1/29/2014 6:48:00 AM)


    Touching and Painful poem. Very beautiful lines....
    I will remain with my hands on the wheel,
    Despite all this misery I constantly feel.....These lines shows courage to move along with the flow of life.
    Heartfelt...Loved reading it.
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  • Victoria Gauci (11/4/2013 12:03:00 PM)


    Anderson, Thank you for your comment. Unfortunately this poem expresses true feelings of which I was going through at the time. Since then things have improved in my relationship with one of my sons (I have two) . We are now close and he did remember his mother on Mother's Day this year. Being a mother is sometimes one of the hardest things to be in this life. Thank you for reading. (Report) Reply

  • (10/31/2013 9:39:00 PM)


    I really hope this is a work of non fiction. I was getting a lump in my throat thinking about my own mother. Either way, it's very good. If it helps, I have a pretty good memory and can pretty much guarantee that I'm going to remember you every mother's day, for the rest of my life, thanks to this poem. Take care. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2012


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