Dear Mom, This will be the first Mother's Day without you forever reminding me, as you fumbled to open some shiny box, “Lin, a gift wasn't necessary.”
This here will
This here will be
This here will be my first
Mother's Day without you still breathing air...
This will be my first
Mother's Day without wondering where to take you...
The first Mother's Day without the Hallmark greeting
Or you always saying: “I love nice cards. It's the card that counts...”
This will be
This will be the first
Mother's Day without you forever reminding me:
As you fumbled to open some shiny box, “Lin, a gift wasn't necessary.”
But you see
But you see, Mom,
But you see, Mom, you were a gift.
It goes beyond DNA, simple biology, or the fact that
I would not exist without you.
You were my gift because you gave me so much wisdom.
You were my gift because your support of my dreams seemed endless.
You were my gift because you learned to love me, unconditionally.
You were my gift because you hung tough, for 83 freakin' years!
You were my gift because I will always treasure the woman you were.
I never cared much
For these manmade, man-
Ordained or society-pressured holidays.
They make it seem as if we're supposed to
Show our love on particular days... when in reality, love
Should never be an assigned emotion... nor only displayed
On certain Sundays in May. Love...
Love should simply
Love should simply be a verb,
A 24/7; 365 day-a-year VERB!
This piece right...
This piece right here is
On this UnHappy
Occasion that flower shops,
Hallmark and society deem as
I need not be reminded that
I will love and be grateful
For you always, Mom.
I will miss you so terribly on this day,
As I shall miss you for the rest
Of the days of my life.
That's it. That's all.
p.s. I saw no need to buy a card this year.
copyright © 2017 by L.M. Ross