Oh Mother!

We can meet again on Mothers Day

Amid the flowers and provisions

In get together best behaviour

Unhang our hats on past divisions

We’ll spend the day recalling

On how much family is prime

Leaving baggage in a refuse sack

Collect it up another time

Compare the precious greeting cards

Noting who has pride of place

Then moving on or staying put

In silent statements lacking grace

Mother’s eyes will gleam and stream

Overcome with Mother’s pride

Best plates and pots of steaming tea
Leaving searing thoughts denied