For Mommys the world over
It is what it is in a chocolatey dream
it seems in reams to bounce with joy
as boys and girls, how they honour thee
with tea and glee and breakfast in bed
this head is fed with the love of day
and play, to stay with this fun so true
no blue or flu to conquer here
as clear, so dear, such fuss is made
it won’t fade or be paid, to share it all,
a call to be tall and mark homespun
when done, they’ve won
if they see a tear.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Sunday, May 14, 2017.
Happy Mother’s Day to All!