A mother, but not quite

On Motherhood: A poem from Mother's Day

Before I got out of bed my husband said, “Happy Mama’s Day.”

I had to stop myself from crying.

I’m supposed to be happy, grateful even.

I’m supposed to be celebrating.

But I’m in mourning.

Mourning the woman I once was. 

Will I ever see her again? Will I ever be able to listen to her unfettered dreams?

She’s barely breathing. 

Who is this person who has taken h…