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I Hate Mother's Day
I Hate Mother's Day
Mother's Day always makes me sad.
I dread it more every year.
Where, Oh where have my babies gone?
They walked off and left me here.
I cooked their meals and washed their clothes,
Played marbles in moring sun,
Bandaged knees, asnwered their pleas,
Then kissed them when day was done.
I never claimed to be perfect--
Just tried the best that I could.
I don't understand this treatment.
Visit? OH! I wish they would.
For weeks I don't get a phone call.
Caller I D is a blank.
Then, "Momma, I need some money."
Mom is reduced to a bank.
I'm not one to whine or wheedle.
Don't tell a soul how I feel.
If I must request affection,
"Love" I would get isn't real.
I'll simply withstand. I'll bear it.
But one thing I need to say.
Of all special days (and I MEAN it)
I hate, I HATE Mother's Day.
Jessica my daughter just found this one and sent it to me.This is so sad.
WELL MY DEAR, IT IS "ME" THEY SEE DOWNUNDER. THEY LEAVE, THE DO RING SOMETIMES, BUT ALWAYS RING WHEN THEY NEED SOMETHING. BUT THEY ARE MINE, AND WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN I KNOW THEY'LL BE THERE. BUT I UNDERSTAND YOUR FEELINGS OF BEING LET DOWN.
Yes, the grow up and grow away....but when there is a problem, where do they go? To their Mother! Because they know she loves them and cares.
Kris
Hold on, Sug': you are not forgotten. There is a lot in your work that makes me feel proud to know you; & one needn't be a woman to have a "Mother's Heart" in them.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !