No-one dared wish this mother
A happy Mother’s Day
Her son had died the year before
They didn’t know what to say.
The silence cut her to her soul
The hurt too hard to tell
For though her son was not alive
She was a mother still.
“I bore a child”, she cried to me
“Raised him to twenty two
Death doesn’t change that fact, you know
I am a mother too.”
I choked back tears and hugged her tight
Willing her pain subside
And wondered what I would have done
If I’d been by her side.
Would I have braved discomfort then
And found the right way through
Or would I have, like all the rest
Just not known what to do?
Dedicated to my dear friend C., and all bereaved mothers.