Mother's
I grew up without a mother but once when I was bad mouthing my wife’s mother
she got mad and said something about my mother that really hurt me so bad I
dropped to the floor and wailed like a little baby. It was especially bad because she
had learned about it through my father who never told me before. Not that I didn’t
have it coming and all that but for me it says a whole lot about how important a
mother is to someone even if they were never blessed to know them. So even
though I can’t officially celebrate mother’s day by visiting, I pay my homage’s to
mothers all over the world.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2011
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