Isn't - A Poem for Mother's Day

My Mom - Marge Costello

Isn’t

By David Roth

©10 May, 2015

Mother’s Day

 This isn’t how I pictured spending Mother’s Day this year,

Alone at my computer mixing misspelled words and tears

But no one thought to warn me she was leaving us that day

Without a chance to tell her all the things I had to say.

Linda's Mom - Shirley Venable

I’d tell I you was sorry I’d been difficult to raise

That growing up was hard for me, too, in those early days

And how I wish I hadn’t left, and just walked out the door

Not knowing how a Mother’s love goes on forevermore.

I thought I’d have a second chance with someone else’s Mom

Someone I had come to love the way I loved my own,

But she, too, had her own ideas, and slipped off in the night

Before I got to say that it’s okay; that it’s all right.

That I would do my best to take good care of her first born,

That these ten months had left me feeling weary, tired and worn,

Instead I’m fixing typos through a curtain stained with tears

Not how I pictured I’d be spending Mother’s Day this year.