A Mother's Loneliness
How it feels to love someone so deeply, and still sometimes resent them.
A stirring right beside me
A precious little smile
Tiny hands reach for me
An inch seems as a mile
The sounds of their laughter
The precious “I love you”‘s
Their feet go pitter patter
Running with no shoes
A mother’s love, a constant
Sometimes hollow seems
When laughter turns to crying
It’s nothing like your dreams
Little hands are reaching
Tugging, tears flow free
The touch somehow revolting
What is wrong with me
A love unlike another
But when the fun is done
This gnawing, gaping emptiness
Feels like I want to run
But where would I go
My love too much to leave
My heart could not handle it
I would do naught but grieve
About the Creator
Courtney Johnson
I’m a mom of two beautiful boys. I’ve been writing since I was a child. I figured I may as well write something that someone has the chance to read.
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