To be loved

Why Bother Mother?

I ask my mother
why bother when there’s always someone
getting sacked,
getting dumped,
getting cancer,
ordering funeral flowers,
crying in an airport,
crying in a toilet,
crying in a train,
cutting their arms,
cutting their losses,
hoping for a baby,
hoping for a bleed,
eating from a food bank,
refusing to eat,
unable to sleep,
unable to breath,
broken boned,
broken hearted,
broken?
She says, to love.
Just once.
Sarah Crossan