Nobody’s Mother
I am Nobody’s mother,
And Nobody loves me very much.
I held Nobody’s wee hand
On her first day of kindergarten.
I dried Nobody’s sweet tears
When her adolescent heart was crushed.
When Nobody went away
I lay awake at night for her call.
Nobody was my gift to the world.
Then I remembered
Nobody had disappointed me
Or forgotten my birthday.
Nobody had gotten in trouble
And called me a bad mother.
Nobody was my greatest ally,
But also my worst nightmare.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen
If Nobody had children.
Advertisement
