MOTHERS WHO WAIT

Reflecting: There are many mothers who wait like I did. Some are more fortunate than I was, because they didn't have Super Dads who twists everything that is said. They leave you waiting in the terminal, wondering if someone came to see you or were they talked into another "vacation" that was more fun. So you drive back home alone and go into another downward spiral.


WE ARE THE MOTHERS WHO WAIT

We are the mothers, who gave you your lives,
For the children we want more than to survive.

We care, we love and try to provide,
For the children who end up taking sides.

We are the mothers, who are left alone,
Our children chose to go, they don't even phone.

We struggle through life with no assistance,
We call on inner strength to carry us the distance.

Our love is not measured by the care we give,
Only in ways we can not live.

We are the mothers, who show much love,
Only a few who don't look down on us from above.

We wait for a letter or maybe a card,
Even these are censured by an unseen guard.

We are the mothers, who carry much pain,
For the children we hope to see once again.

We wait for a visit to be granted to us,
Then see how we're deceived and try not to fuss.

The date was set, the plane due in,
We never know until your luggage comes in.

We are the mothers, who cry silently,
As we wait for our passengers anxiously.

Our pain is not visible for the children to see,
We are the mothers, who just wait patiently.

When we see you are cheated mile after mile,
We are the mothers, who put on a smile.

Of our children who blindly try to carry it all,
We are the mothers, who wait for the fall.

We are the mothers, whose ties we'll not sever,
We are the mothers, who will love you forever.


Gloria Hildreth
"Reflections: A Moment in Time"
copyright 2009