To all the motherless women

Out there,

This weekend very well may suck.

It may suck from start to finish,

Or it may have intermittent suckage,

Or it may just sneak up on you

And hit you like a ton of bricks

When you just can’t

Hold it together anymore.

Whether you’re motherless

Because your mother passed away,

Or because she may as well have;

Whether you’re motherless

By unavoidable circumstance

Or by your own design;

Your pain is valid

And deserves honoring

Just as much as

Any mother might expect.

Maybe you have other

Mother figures

You’re supposed to spend time with.

Maybe you’re a mother yourself.

Maybe you’re expected to

Put on a happy face

And have a nice weekend,

Because this is supposed to be

A nice weekend.

Just because you love your family,

Whatever its makeup may be,

Doesn’t mean this weekend

Isn’t hard.

Just because this weekend is hard,

Doesn’t mean

You don’t love your family.

Try to balance

Taking some time and space

For yourself

In between the times

Where you have to

Put on that happy face.

To all the motherless women

Out there,

I see you, I hear you, I am you.