For some this day,
it's a ray of light,
To me, I could sleep,
all day and all night.
For some, it is filled,
with flowers and love,
for me it's as if,
it's a joke from above.
For I will never be,
a creator of life,
not since I went
under the knife.
No child of my own
no first days of school,
no pictures of us
will ever be shown.
I hate mother's day......