When I look at her I see me in her eyes. <br />I want to reach out and hold her but I’m afraid of one of those cheap goodbyes. <br />She left me at the age of two. <br />Scared, alone without a mother’s love, helpless and not knowing what to do. <br />She came in and out of my life. <br />When she left, all there was for me was pain’s own cold <br />hearted knife. <br />It stabbed deeper into my heart, every time she went away. <br />She came, she went, each time with me wondering if this time she would stay. <br />I lie here in my bed every night wondering, was I the cause? <br />Did she leave because of one of my many flaws? <br />Sometimes I wonder why life can be so unfair. <br />Why, couldn’t she just care? <br />Why when I needed her couldn’t she just be there? <br />Gradually, my family broke apart. <br />Piece, by piece it broke my heart. <br />A mother’s love was all I wanted, all I needed. <br />But I suppose my prayers will never be answered, because <br />every time I’ve asked for her, I never succeeded.<br /><br />Rebecca Moors<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-s-love-21/
