To All the Moms
by Eve Gaal
To all the moms who kissed away tears,
listened to our fears,
taught us how to sing.
To moms who baked pies,
told us white lies--
about how cute we were in bell bottoms.
To moms who scurried off to work,
putting up with jerks,
who talked down to proud women.
To moms who tried to curl our hair.
Braiding or trimming as we sat restless in the chair,
working on her patience.
To moms who tried to make us eat,
our veggies and some meat,
while we made faces and ducked under the table.
To moms who scolded us when we were bad
but reminded us not to be sad,
because if they could do all of this—
so could we.
To those devoted moms who wait for calls,
from deserts or hallowed halls,
while their child marches to a bugle.
To moms who planted special seeds,
by having books around for us to read,
prompting gardens of creativity,
filled with mindful blossoms and wildly grateful hearts.
(I hope every mother has a wonderful day including mothers of fur babies and dads who had to step up to the plate and be mothers too, not to mention us empty nesters and stepmoms who wait for happy calls.May all of us remember our own mother with love, this Mother's Day.)