My Mother’s Day Wish
Another Mother’s Day looms before me,
Reminders where ever I look.
I wince when I see mothers with daughters my age,
I can’t read their sentiments without pain.
You were my most important person,
But now you’re a faint memory.
I often wonder how we would have turned out.
Would we be friends or would things be strained?
My life has continued without you,
The years have changed me a lot,
Would you recognize the person I’ve become?
Or would you still see an immature girl?
How I wish I could sit down and talk with you,
I’d tell you what I’ve done since you died.
Five kids, seven pregnancies, and a house fire.
I’ve been married for twenty-two years.
I wrote a book and self-published it.
I read my Bible and pray.
I’d like to think you would be proud of me,
But I can only imagine and hope.
Why can’t I see you again?
Why can’t I at least hear your voice?
Send me a message through an angel,
Let them know I’ll be waiting all night.
How I wish you could be a grandma on earth.
I wish you could still be a wife.
Oh I long for you to be my mother again,
But I’m motherless now, for life.
~ Angela Bergmann 2020