Mother's Day

Not every kid has a picture

With their mother

Smiling into the camera

To upload on Mother's Day.

Because some mothers are too busy

Making a cage of bricks

That smells of alcohol

Echoes of screams and shouts

Less painful to live.

Busy trying to please people

Who brought them home

Just so that they would have someone to cook

Someone to sleep with

And someone to yell at.

Busy worrying of making a mistake

Like leaving the water tap on

As they would be blamed for

Their failed marriage, their spoiled kids

And everything that ever went wrong in this world.

So they do not have time, you see

To pose for a picture with their child

To read the card that was made for them

Or to even remember that it is their day.

Because for all they would know

It is just another day

When their bodies have to pretend to be living

Although their souls have been dead for ages inside.