My recovery
I am not a writer, I just want to share this part of my life...take from it what you like.
Sunday, 12 May 2013
Mother's Day
I am a daughter, I am a Mother.
I don't know where my Mother is,
my kids made me breakfast.
I fear calling my Mother,
I feel guilt, for not being the daughter I want to be,
I feel anger for her not being the Mother I needed.
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