On this Mother’s Day of love and cheer,
I recall how you hurt me year after year.
When you pushed me to tears,
Instilled a myriad of fears,
Raged after countless beers,
Ridiculed all my careers,
Humiliated me amid my peers.
Oh, but how you did domineer,
Impose a life of drudgery and drear,
Manipulate with gifts and compliments that felt insincere,
Almost never lending a compassionate ear.
You stomped on my cheers,
Made me hate mirrors,
Stabbed me with jeers,
Delivered with sneers.
After you died, my head finally did clear.
I shed my ugly-duckling veneer.
Now that I see my life as freer,
I am so glad that I’m still here,
And no longer you do I revere.
On this Mother’s Day, I hope you can hear
The many hurts you made me endure.
This poem is dedicated to all the sons and daughters
who just want to be loved by their mothers.
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