Needing my Mother's Love

Some will wish for their mother,

but I wish for her love.

To be told she is proud, 

to be held,

and not forgotten.

 She is healthy,

protective, 

yet so cold.

She is proud of my brothers,

she is proud of their achievements,

she tells them she loves them,

and comes to everything they are involved in.

Yet when it comes to me,

I am forgotten,

alone,

weak, 

and looking above at the empty seat.

I speak my mind now

hoping for release.

Wondering if one day I will make you proud,

happy,

and filling the empty seat.

But for now I speak my mind in silence,

hoping one day you will hear,

I am in need of my mothers love.