A Complex Thing

Today’s the day for big bouquets
And hugs or other warm displays
To reassure each mother hen
She’d choose to do it all again.

For motherhood’s a complex thing –
Though joy and pleasure it can bring,
When all her fledglings leave the nest,
An ache may surface in her chest.

She’ll reminisce and be amazed
How quickly all her kids were raised.
With luck, there’ll be a sturdy bond
To keep them linked for years beyond.

And so this day, they come or call –
A simple message says it all:
On Mothers’ Day, we won’t forget
You gave us love; we’re in your debt.