Matronly, maternal mother you are not.
Nurturing mother of love,
Narcissus dances through your mind.
With every rejecting shove
You cannot comprehend
The breach I feel inside.
How will it feel when I need a hug?
To whom will I turn for maternal love?
Woe in life,
But love in death.
Impending loss cuts like a knife
Through the doting child's flesh.