bittersweet

mother's day is coming, i see all the flowers and gifts; so many cards and chocolates and flowers to choose from to ensure mama's everywhere are celebrated— i can't help but think of people like me who never got to hold their babies, who never got to give them names or hold their hands; those of us who will never read them stories or watch them grow or see them dream and become who they're meant to be— i have a good mother, but mother's day is bittersweet to me; i think of my lost child and all of their possibility— how a flower never got to bloom, a star never got to shine, there was a song that never was able to be sung.