Mother’s Day

My mother was born on Leap Year Day

In 1912

I miss her

Not all the time, only once in a while

Mostly I am glad she is dead

Terrible of me to say, I know

But she wasn’t very nice

Except toward the end when the meanness got lost

Among the wrinkles and dementia.

Right now though I want to tell her something and

Show her a funny picture and

Kiss her cheek.

For years we were both so awkward

Not good at affection

But when she got very old she started to like kisses

And I started too.

About Karen To and Fro

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