this is written from the point of view from a natural mom who lost her son to adoption
i step into the store
the pungent smell of candles offends my nose
i slink past the other customers
hoping to not be noticed
i pause momentarily
as i lift my gaze toward the goa
lto many it's just the greeting card aisle
to me ,it's like walking through a graveyard
mothers day
mothers day
mothers day
card after card
sings the praises
heralds her courage
applauds her strength and
worthiness
to bear the title 'Mother'.
ahhh, but that title has been taken from me
the day my son was handed to another woman
there was a day she too dreaded this aisle,
this hallmark holiday
the irony - that to fill her void as mother
was to create the same void eternally in my own soul
so now we stand in the greeting card aisle
i'm standing on one side of those cards
with my heart aching, and shoulders weighed down
and she,
she stands on the other side with all the joy
that could have been my own
