On Mothers' Day
On Mothers’ Day the roses sell
And restaurants are full, as well.
In many cases, you can tell
That it’s an obligation.
For in our hearts, where feelings dwell,
The calendar should not compel
Us to succumb to Hallmark’s spell
To pledge our adoration.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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