(Mother's) Day

Where I had imagined breakfast in bed,
I found only tears on my pillow.
Where I had imagined flowers and a card,
I found only flowers on her grave.
Where I had imagined a home of happy chaos and noise,
I found only weeping through silence.
Where I had imagined my child at my chest,
I found only emptiness and aching.
Where I had imagined Motherhood celebrated,
I found only another painful reminder of loss.

~Kristin Binder