Mothers' Day

Mothers should be celebrated
Every single day,
But instead it’s once a year –
Well, what is there to say?

You enter into parenthood
And do what you must do.
Quite often, in a family,
The mothers are the glue.

We hold it all together
With a little help from dad;
And wonder, when our kids grow up
What life they’ll think they had.

Psychologists assign us blame.
We must be trauma’s cause;
But hopefully, with age, such thoughts
Will give our children pause.

Perhaps they’ll somehow understand
The depth of how we feel
And recognize a mother’s love
Is bottomless and real.

It’s lovely to receive a card,
Store-bought or made by hand,
‘Cause it acknowledges that sometimes
Things work out as planned.

And, in addition, if you got
To see your kids today,
Appreciate the fact
Good fortune held you in its sway.

Mothers’ Day will soon be gone
Yet if you are in luck,
That glue that you set long ago
Will still be strongly stuck.

The calendar records the time,
One day like any other;
You do not need a holiday
To reach out to your mother.

For she is always there for you
When life gets tough or hard;
Her blood is flowing in your veins –
She needs no gift or card.