another Hallmark holiday designed to
prompt us all to do what we should
do all year-- show honor to the ones
who bore us, tied our shoes and wiped
our bottoms, nursed or bottle-fed us,
cleaned our spit-up from their blouses,
made us blow our runny noses into
handkerchiefs they held poised until
we did, brought us up to be the decent
and hard-working folks we are. They
sacrificed for family when the kids
were all too small to notice. When
grown, with families of our own,
it's hopeful that we shower them
with periodic thanks instead of waiting
for a date upon a calendar. And yet,
although some grumble at the
calculated marketing there's not
a mother anywhere who doesn't want
to get a phone call, or a card,
or flowered weed pulled from the
ground just now and placed within
a paper cup, crayon caption: Mom.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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