Think flowers, fragrances, pink hearts
Gifts with ribbons all a-dance
The shops scream out in bright display
Sunday’s here - it’s Mother’s Day!
Time to take stock and reflect;
How hectic is the pace we set
Consumerism has gone wild
Why, each of us is mother’s child.
We’ve all received the gift of life
Most of us become a wife
The tiny creatures that we bear
A tug of war, although we care.
It’s an honour and a life-time task
As Mum’s the one we always ask
When we need help or consolation
We’re creators of the Nation!
So I think of all of you out there
Members of the sex called “fair”;
To celebrate this date – my mission:
You so deserve this recognition!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014