A Mother’s Day Reflection



Uprooted
Ripped
From the ground of life
No frame of reference
To base an existence upon
No one to mirror back at me
For many years I could not see
There was no me
Even now, Especially now
No one to call, Father
Save God
No one to call, Mother
Save Mary Virgin
They are my parents
No one else has been here
Whenever I tried being there.
Save Me.


Copyright (c) 2015 HeardWords America

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Is There Nothing More?

Adoptee Chameleon

In a Room with Me