Mothers' Of Misfortune

The old women sat all alone,

Staring and silent like aged stone.

Your new home, they said till you are dead.

Till a few years ago, they were her children,

Now strangers waiting for her to die.

Till the property was on her name,

Waiting like birds of prey they came

Daily, till one day she made a mistake.

Divided her property.

Then came clamor, sell, sell, give us our share.

She sold her home, they took the money.

Leaving her a new home, where she sits,

Alone, staring at space, throughout the day.

Thinking where she went wrong.

There are others, too sharing her fate, all,

Wondering, if being a mother was a curse.

Today they have come together all mothers',

Of misfortune, to share their stories.

Great memories of promising children,

Of staying together, with parents in

Sickness, and health, never to forsake,

Trusting them proved to be a mistake.

All of them will come today, to wish them,

Show the world how caring they were,

Then they all wake up from their silence.

And, in one voice tell the caretaker.

We don't want to see them now or forever.

The meaning of mothers' day is lost.

It becomes an insult to hear them say it.

Came in droves, turned away at the gates.

Shocked they stood there, some mistake.

They checked it was mothers' day for sure.

Their children asked, what is mother's day?

A day they said when mothers are thanked

For bringing up their children with values.

The children asked in innocence, tomorrow,

When you become old, do we come here,

To your new home, on mothers' day.

To greet you, to meet you, Will you also

Ignore us and turn us away?