Autobiography · Poems

A Forbidden Mother’s Day Poem

Soft arms, loving embrace, reassuring warmth.
Always there,
For you.
Flowers, chocolates, Sunday roasts
Drying dishes
Laughing at the park
Cheering for you
Gravy and cupcakes.

 

Stroking your hair, crying
with you.
‘You are worthwhile.
Don’t listen to them.
I love you.
You are wonderful.’

 

The mother of Mother’s Day cards.

 

Except what
When she’s not?

 

No cupcakes, no love, no warm
soft embrace.
No always there
No loving care
No ‘always in my heart’.

 

Instead

 

The hard slap
of sharp words.
The bite
of cruel laughter.
‘God, you’re buxom!
Everyone can see
your rolls of fat!’
Her litany
of demolition:
‘Hypersensitive
Selfish
Antisocial
Useless.’

 

‘You got a good result?
Because *I* prayed for you.
You got married before your sister?
However did you manage that?’
‘What you do doesn’t matter.
What you say doesn’t matter.
What you feel doesn’t matter.
Because you don’t matter.’
‘You will toe my line
Or be ignored.
Because
you are
nothing
to me.’

 

But hush!

 

Say nothing!

 

Society pretends

 

that such

 

mothers

 

don’t

 

exist.

 

Her hands molded
the young clay.
The pot is now
bent, cracked, broken
ugly.
Useless.

 

But I can’t find a card
that says this.
So, I say nothing.
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11 thoughts on “A Forbidden Mother’s Day Poem

    1. Not at all, thank you for commenting, Nichole! My commiserations that you too know what this is like. I hope you can realise your full potential despite a very unfair start in life. I’m beginning to do this through my writing – it’s therapeutic.

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  1. I can painfully relate, especially to the ‘She’s your mother and to say anything disparaging about her is to be disloyal’. How about the loyalty that should also flow from mother and daughter? Writing really helps to deal with ‘the stuff’. Thank goodness for it.

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  2. It was hard to click “like” on this – because I hate that you had to go through this! But let me tell you one thing:

    The pot is now
    bent, cracked, broken
    ugly.
    Useless.

    Bent, cracked, broken – yes. But beautiful and a wonderful friend and a great writer. Loved.

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