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.