Monday, May 11, 2009

Mothers

Mothers' Day is past and the work week has begun, except if you are a mom then it just continues.

Mother, Mom, Mommy, Mama. Names for our Mothers always produce images from our past: Moms' smile and applause as we delighted her with our show of talents yet perfected, Her fierce look of disappointment and rage when we were found to have our hand in a known disgrace or deliberate action against her rules, Songs, prayers, words of instruction and comfort laying a foundation and fences of strength and security.

It is easy to go on and on about Mom, if we only take time to think about all she does. Then Monday comes, and she again goes about her work unnoticed and unappreciated until we come again to Mothers' Day, a day when Mom still does "Mom" work but we notice and appreciate her as she deserves.

Happy Belated Mothers' Day!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great work Carolynn. Also loved your reading of your poem.