i'm not sure how i feel
about mother's day
even though i've been a mother
for more than a decade
do i need a particular day
to feel like you care
breakfast in bed and gifts
can't i get them at other times, however rare?
i wonder sometimes if i deserve it
have i really been so great
or have i just done what i was supposed to
as determined by the fates
i've birthed and nursed and cleaned
and fed and wiped and burped
i've read and sung and danced
and clapped until my hands hurt
i've sat down when it was time for lessons
and read and taught as well
i've cut out pictures from books
and cursed the glue for its smell
i've driven back and forth from classes
and then played down in the park
i've run up soon after to make dinner
before it's gotten dark
as much as i hated those PTMs
i've gone to school off and on
to smile, sign and say see you soon
before the next term rolls along
i've done all these things
without thinking about them a lot
but do i want to feel special on one particular day
no, but here's a fond thought
i want you to remember
all the things we talked about
when we weren't discussing lessons or chores
yes, those few times you didn't pout
about friendships and love
and about the world that we live in
for there will come a time
when all of it seems like it's sinking
then, i may not be close by
and yet i won't be far
so call, ping or text me
let's catch up in a bar
and talk, cry and laugh
about everything under the sun
we'll need it, and then some more beer
before we go off and have some fun
that's actually all i want
this mother's day and the next
and the next, and the next
cheers, until you send me that text
about mother's day
even though i've been a mother
for more than a decade
do i need a particular day
to feel like you care
breakfast in bed and gifts
can't i get them at other times, however rare?
have i really been so great
or have i just done what i was supposed to
as determined by the fates
i've birthed and nursed and cleaned
and fed and wiped and burped
i've read and sung and danced
and clapped until my hands hurt
i've sat down when it was time for lessons
and read and taught as well
i've cut out pictures from books
and cursed the glue for its smell
i've driven back and forth from classes
and then played down in the park
i've run up soon after to make dinner
before it's gotten dark
as much as i hated those PTMs
i've gone to school off and on
to smile, sign and say see you soon
before the next term rolls along
i've done all these things
without thinking about them a lot
but do i want to feel special on one particular day
no, but here's a fond thought
i want you to remember
all the things we talked about
when we weren't discussing lessons or chores
yes, those few times you didn't pout
about friendships and love
and about the world that we live in
for there will come a time
when all of it seems like it's sinking
then, i may not be close by
and yet i won't be far
so call, ping or text me
let's catch up in a bar
and talk, cry and laugh
about everything under the sun
we'll need it, and then some more beer
before we go off and have some fun
that's actually all i want
this mother's day and the next
and the next, and the next
cheers, until you send me that text