A Mother’s
Day Poem of Sorts
When
stress flames up like a California conflagration,
mothers
may disparage all those around to cope.
She
may seem austere as an old-time schoolmarm,
but
her fanaticism for her children lies at the heart.
Presumptuous
people assume that hate has won out.
But
my rebuttal is that if she didn’t care, she wouldn’t cry.
The critic
may say she must be more in control of herself
and not
let her own pessimism dictate her actions.
The skeptic
may say, some moms, but not all.
You
can analyze, scrutinize, criticize but the loving one
would
delineate what’s really going on in a mom’s life
and with
gregarious enthusiasm lend a helping hand.
Friends
prolific in kindness will go a long way to inspiring
the innovation,
not the downfall, of moms everywhere.
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