The 2nd Sunday of May
May 10 2021
Another Mother's Day.
When we were kids
the joke was why don't we have one?
And the exasperated reply
was every day is Kids' Day.
Which made no sense to us.
Bedtime?
Pointless chores??
Piano lessons???
And don't get me started on school!
A mother sighs
and returns to her work.
And now that we can drive
and have ice cream for breakfast
and learned the mysteries of sex
would we want to be kids again?
Sentimental cards
made with glued-on macaroni
and every crayon in the box
are sweet and cherished gestures.
But what a mother really wants
is a good night's sleep
and a day to herself.
And still a mother
at 96
although sometimes forgetting my name.
And even if roles have reversed
we are children to the end,
when we're with her, regressing
to kids all over again.
Whether it's taking the garbage out
as we were expected,
or spooning salt-free food
into a toothless mouth
and brushing sparse grey hair.
She goes to bed at 6.
Sometimes, we wish we could as well,
while a reassuring voice
reads a bedtime story
we've heard countless times before.
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