Every Day is Mother’s Day

Some people of course

had mothers who hugged

crooning love, little trinkets

and sweets

of charm and adoration.

Some people

had grandparents

uncles aunts

with fat laps full

of kisses and stories, you know mine

mostly died prehistoric.

Some people had fathers, forgive

me, who smiled persisted

in fondness, who crowed

a little child with

pride and glow.

It makes me mad, I go to the store

buy a nice card

with flowers hearts

cats frolic

mail it to myself

carry the weight of indifference

to make up memories

every day.


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