Not a sister. Not a mother.

A woman alone with my broken heart. Do you see the pain so carefully hidden. Even after all these years. A loss like yesterday.

I dreamt of children to nurture with laughter and love. Mine plays in the wind. Unseen. Unheard.

What do you see when you look at me. Not sure where I belong? I have to agree.

I watch you with your families, a love I will never know. I smile. I laugh, but I am incomplete. Who am I?

A mother’s love is like no other. How would I know. Does it make me a lesser person to have not experienced this love.

A constant battle with life’s triggers. But amongst it some good. A walk with my dog. The changing seasons. Good friends.

No-one to pass on family stories to. When I get old who will remember my name?

Do you see me at all or am I invisible?