Mother

I hear you complain about your mother and all I want to do is scream and say, at least she's there. In my moments of tears and breakdowns, I want to reach for the phone or drive to see mine but I can't. She doesn't know what I'm going through. She doesn't realize her daughter's life came shattering down. I want her to hold me and tell me that things will get better. When she came to see me at the hospital after I lost Jack, I wanted her to hug and kiss me. But instead, I got blank looks and she didn't even know why she was there. It pains me so much that I don't have her to go to.