Not a Child / Not a Teen/ Not An Adult

You stay as far away as you can from them.

This is love too.

I don't really know how to address this because you know.. "happy bereaved Mother's day" isn't really the right way to say it. Nobody's happy to be part of this gang.

But equally I didn't want to let this day pass by because so offten things like this don't get the acknowledgement they deserve. A year ago I didn't even know this day existed and honestly I hope my followers don't ever have to remember it's existence.

To those of you who have to know it exists I suppose really all I can say really is this : You are seen. You are acknowledged. Your grief is valid. You are allowed to be sad. You are allowed to be happy. And everything in between.

On this day we honour the mamas who's children ran on ahead, who didn't bring them home from the hospital, who didn't get to meet them before they left. We remember that you are a mama still.

I give.

Then I give some more.

I climb your mountains.

Until my feet and body are worn out and sore.

I tread your waters.

I give my all.

And you can’t be bothered.

To send a single text or call.

Why do I let you steal

The very sanity I worked so hard to get?

Why do I let you

Feed off of me until I have nothing left?

But even if I had nothing left

I will still search within my soul.

For any and all scraps to give