I'm not depressed though this poem may sound that way. I'm glad to be where I am right now in therapy, and wanted to share this. I feel like I'm getting somewhere and this poem is more realistic than one I wrote about a year ago, called The Blanket of Love, that was about my getting love from my T.

Wanting Mommy

Wanting Mommy to be there
To hold me all the time
To wipe away the tears
Wanting that all these years

Wanting to curl up in Mommy’s lap
With the blanket of love upon me
Keeping me warm and safe
From danger that surrounds me

It seemed I could have that
The attention and the love
All I have to do is pay
Therapy fits me like a glove

Someone to be there
Almost teasing me at times
Listening to me with compassion
Reading my stories and rhymes

Wanting them to be Mommy
Who will hold me in her arms
And will tell me not to worry
No one will do me any harm

The compulsive, obsessive pattern
Wanting love to never end
Instead, feeling pain and hurt
Because they’re neither mother nor friend

The baby feels alone
In a dark and dreary place
Where’s her blanket of love?
Who is caressing her tiny face?

She wants to reach out
She cries but no one hears
She’s afraid she’s invisible
Where is Mommy to calm her fears?

Those baby feelings are very strong
But the adult just can’t let go
She’s afraid to break down and cry
And let her feelings show