On Mothers' Day

Here’s to the mothers who sit there alone – No flowers, no candy, no calls on the phone. Here’s to the moms in a hospital bed Who would rather be anyplace other instead. Here’s to the soldier moms, hoping for smiles On a screen or an I-phone, connecting the miles. Here’s to the mamas locked up in a jail, Convinced that their cards just got lost in the mail. Here’s to all mothers and nanas and aunts United today by just one circumstance – They have shared in the life of a child in some way And deserve recognition, somehow, on this day.