Mother's Day 2009
By Sheryl Rosen 5/11/09

Mother's Day -
The thing of it is;
it's the one day, one time each year
I, as a mother and daughter,
look forward to with the greatest enthusiasm
since birthdays no longer seem joyful
with age a reminder of descent;
my bejeweled mirror no longer a treasure.
But on Mother's Day
it's all about honor;
the mirror, on this day only, most pleasant.

I insist upon a command performance;
forcing my daughters into a rowboat
whereby they entertain me
with silly songs
reminiscent of the best days ever spent
and creating memories to cherish.

I brought you into this world and
so I wish to go out having shared
as many of my best days with you
as I am fortunate enough to have.

I Love You,
Love Mom

To My Readers;

Every year I try to remember to write a poem (evidently not my main venue) not only on Mother's day but also on other important days, like Valentine's day, for these are the days meant to share with those we love most and as such bear the greatest significance.  I will add Father's Day this year, a far more difficult subject since having lived in female dominated homes I am less equipped to understand the male mind - but will try since sentiment is not gender based.

Love is the only emotion I rarely find humorous, though appreciate the value of it's place as well. I shall try in the future, but not for this coming Father's Day for this past year, like all others thus far, has been at times highly difficult.  None the less thank goodness for the deep seeds of love.  Without that, I can not say what else makes life worth living.

For those who find themselves alone on these days, realign your ideals.  It's a choice to be alone and not a condition which must be endured; yet there are times when private moments are as sacred and those which are shared. I hope for those who do not wish to be alone, they reach out finding warmth on the other end. It's there if you look for it. Searching has never failed me.

This babble was written by the need of 400 words to qualify for submission. Hope you enjoy my poem - the rest is............c%$p