The word inadequate comes to mind
as I ponder the meaning of life,
here trapped within the lonely refine
of being a mother and a wife.
Gone is the need they had for me
when my point of view was in request,
no longer do I hear " I love you"
or even "Mom you're simply the best!"
Expected I am to cook and clean
do the laundry- wash the dished too,
that is now the extent of my worth
at a loss I know not what to do.
How did I come to be in this place
when yesterday was filled with romance,
today no matter how hard I try
I don't even rate a second glance.
My son used to be a mama's boy
now arrogant and puffed up with pride,
no longer do I receive his hugs
he'll never care about tears I've cried.
I should be grateful for what I have
I still have a roof over my head,
but what is there to look forward to
when my hopes and dreams have turned to dread.
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