Dear Mother

A little poem I wrote for my mother on Mother’s Day…

For nine months you carried me,

And all I did was make you pee.

On your bladder I sat and sat

Wishing I could make it flat.

Heartburn came along with me,

I didn’t listen to your plea.

I even made you nauseous too,

So much so that you turned blue.

To give me room, your belly grew

I know you felt like a big moo.

I gave you cankles but great skin,

You always had to fake a grin.

When you sat down you often prayed

That you wouldn’t need an aide

To help you off the floor again,

You hoped I wouldn’t cause a sprain.

And all the changes that I caused,

They never even made you pause.

One minute made you cry or bite,

Another, you wanted to kill on sight.

I made you eat some crazy things

Like ice cream with buffalo wings.

Apples, pickles, and green peas

All drowned in mustard with some cheese.

I even made your nights grow longer

And your days became much shorter.

I have however made love stronger,

You willingly became my anchor.

My teenage years were no fun

But you refused to say we’re done.

I was too silly to accept

Mothers are here to be kept.

Once again you’re by my side

Your eyes uncertain, gazing wide.

Your life is still all about me

Most likely ’til eternity.

My words unworthy and so few,

Cannot compare to what is true.

I am in awe of all your love,

That rivals all the stars above.

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