Cry empty heart; a lonely tear <br />that I have always shed. <br />Through wake of poetry I write <br />and pray this yearning's fed. <br /> <br />My desire above all <br />is a reachable impasse. <br />a hunger starved in childhood gone <br />and memories place passed. <br /> <br />I wonder if she calls my name, <br />the daughter one of four. <br />The only one that bore grandsons <br />and still her eyes ignore. <br /> <br />It's on this day that my heart aches <br />and one I labor of <br />Although a woman I've became, <br />I crave my mother's love. <br /> <br /> <br />by Celeste Butler-Mendez <br />Copyright © April 29th,2006<br /><br />Celeste Butler Mendez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-mother-s-day/
