The other woman

I heard them laugh in the other room

Cheerful banter it seemed

How can he be happy without me

Was the first thought that came to me

The lazy times he spends with her

The stray strands of hair that he removes from her face

How I wish that was me

For his attention, it has become a race

Its hard for me to accept

that somebody else is also important to him

Its even harder to realize that

he can love somebody else as much as he loves me

The distance is growing between us

all that matters now is her

Why doesn't he see what it is doing to me

Have I become a blur?

However hard I try, I cannot  just ignore

It is eating me from inside.

My heart aches to share him

A part of me already died

I dont know why I feel jealous

I dont know why I bother

Despite knowing the fact that 

The other woman is his mother.

PS : This can be a mother's feelings too, when her son gets married. This is just from where I stand :)