A Mother's Thoughts Poem by Lynette Bednall

So many things are said about mothers
Normally from children but also from others
But not very often has it been said
From the mouth of a mother whilst laying in bed
Thoughts that invade her filling her mind
Like why do my kids have to be so unkind
I've nurtured and loved them from babies in arms
To their day of leaving waved goodbye with my palms
The years of sacrifice to give them the best
My heart strongly pounding within my chest
Support them in hobbies and running around
Driving myself crazy and into the ground
I gave up my home to let their friends in
Put up with the mess and even their din
I gave them money to help them express
To buy lots of clothes which they left in a mess
I fed them with food all cooked from home made
Gave parties for many which lasted for days
I gave them support when they got their hearts broken
Took them on trips and threw in a token
I helped them to move when they went away
And hoped they'd come back if just for a day
Once they had gone I missed them so much
The hole that they left was painful to touch
They have a new life which they have now made
Their thoughts about me are starting to fade
I miss them so much but face books the place
I send them a message in desperate haste
I wait for response the days they pass by
But nothing appears and I have a cry
I check for mail and give out a sigh
But nothing comes back and I want to die
You click on the phone when their green light is on
No answer comes back and then they are gone
Days and hours later you get a reply
Mum I've been busy and now I'm too tired
I ask for a chat with my grandkids at night
But the answer comes back and the reasons are light
I've put them to bed and they are asleep
Try me again one night in the week
I read on their page they have lots of replies
Time for others are in good supply
I lay there thinking Oh what have I done
My kids can't be bothered am I such a bad mum
They forget I am lonely and just want a chat
I want to be loved and that's simply that
One day I'll be taken and leave this dear earth
They'll be no more phone calls and visits to curse
Just memories and thoughts of I made a mistake
Wish I had shown her more time in my breaks
I now feel so guilty but it's just too late
You'll wish you could phone me and just have a chat
But realise I'm gone and now that is that