Mothers Day curse

Every year in the month of may.
we celebrate mothers day.
Its a day of joy, a day of fun
Smiling and laughing in the warm may sun.

But for some this day is just a curse
a reminder of them words from that nurse.
a picture of them pills on the floor
and the bang of breaking down the door.

Thoughts of seeing that neatly dug grave
throwing the ashes on with a final wave.
the tear that ran right down my face
then the sound of running at a pace.

Its a girl with long black hair
she finally reaches me and gives me a stare.
she smiles sweetly and begins to wave
but i've already gone back to the grave.

I cry and i cry and i feel the pain
i start to walk back when it starts to rain.
Now when people ask theres one thing i say
my mother is dead please go away.