It’s the morning after Mother’s Day. Another rainy one. And all the mothers are back to running around taking care of kids, jobs and Monday chores. 284 more words
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Every time I look in the mirror
I see my mother looking back at me.
My Mother’s been gone for a few years
So I don’t see how this can be. 90 more words
Today is Mother’s Day, a day to acknowledge what is already so closely knit into my heart through the thread of generations. My own Mother’s loving soul, the birth of my children and the astonishment of them now, such lovely young men, older than myself at that time when they entered this earth. 375 more words
Carolyn Kizer, 1925 – 2014
for Maxine Kumin
Where did these enormous children come from,
More ladylike than we have ever been?
Some of ours look older than we feel. 267 more words