Thanks Fiona Bridges for the tag!

Here’s my little poem about what I’m doing this weekend!

It’s Mother’s Day this weekend

Oh joy!

But I’m gonna pretend

That I have no children

Oh boy!

What?! It’s not like I’m in Illinois.

.

I need some time for me

Indeed!

Make like I’m an abductee—

but eventually freed!

More like an escapee

From my own family

Tee hee!

.

But truly, I love being a mother

For real!

This heart grew to make room for another

Finally letting myself begin to heal

.

So this weekend is Mother’s Day,

you see.

A little celebration for this side of me.

And as I sip my coffee, in silence, and maybe even have a book to read,

living the life of an escapee,

I can’t help but think…

that without my son near,

I just feel like an amputee.

What are you doing this weekend? Wanna write a poem about it? JHong Mathew C. Bryant • Horror Poet Sam’s Spaghetti April ❦ The Narrative Nest Timeless Muse