“Happy” Mothers Day

“Happy” mothers day, we say –

Jolly and sincere,

To all the women who look the part,

Who all have a baby in tow.

A thing we say to bring a smile,

To appreciate our mothers – to show them we see.

Yet we don’t realize,

So often we don’t.

Mother’s Day, for some,

Is the time they grieve their darling child –

A death that tore their heart and soul away.

A distraught day for others,

For those who haven’t even become one.

A day attached to IVs, hormones, drugs –

An implanted uterus, or maybe a sperm donor –

An open box of tests, all with only one line.

Mother’s Day for them, is such a toil.

The new mother, the one suffering with depression or deprivation –

The guilt she feels when she doesn’t want to wake up,

Or the frustration when she can’t console her child.

The freedom she once had, is a freedom gone forever. 

Mother’s Day for her –

All brand new and different,

With its own set of grief therein. 

Let’s not make it black and white….

“Happy” is such a simple term..

We have joy, we have grief – but happiness sometimes simply does not exist,

On a “Happy” Mother’s Day.

Remember your mothers,

You may not know their grief –

But remember to have them in your heart.

Give a flower, give a hug –

No matter what kind of mother they are,

They deserve every day we can give.