This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago, which honors mothers. No one else could do what they do.
The Heart Remembering
Mother’s Day is drawing near,
The saddest day of every year.
I lost my mom two decades ago
And the loss still pains me so.
Time heals all wounds, they often say—
The words ring false, I remember the day
I last told my mom “I love you.”
Now memories will have to do—
No smiles like I matter most,
Hugs hello, sugar butter on toast,
No wear a sweater, it’s cold out there!
Do you live in a barn, I almost swear!
Here’s a quarter, call me if you need a ride home.
Did you sleep on your head? Here’s a comb.
Don’t let the bed bugs bite.
Walk away from any fight.
We’re going to learn our prayers.
Mind your own affairs.
Sing loud enough for Grandpa to hear.
This is going to be your year.
I love you.
I love you, too.