To The Mothers (Happy Mother’s Day 2010)
To the mothers who are joyous
To the mothers who are glad
To the mothers who are pious
To the mothers who are sad.
To the mothers who are humble
To the mothers who are proud
To the mothers who speak softly
To the mothers who cry out loud.
To the mothers in their nineties
To the mothers in their teens
To the mothers full of passion
To the mothers full of beans.
To the mothers who sing with laughter
To the mothers who paint with joy
To the mothers happily ever after
To the mothers who still annoy.
To the mothers who are not mothers
To the mothers who are just real
To the mothers who are pushovers
To the mothers who make a deal.
To the mothers who care for mothers
To the mothers who care for dad
To the mothers who care for others
To the mothers who wish they had.
To the mothers with no regrets
To the mothers who have a few
To the mothers with a heart of gold
To the mothers who have two.
To the mothers with all the answers
To the mothers without a clue
To the mothers who are dancers
To the mothers who’ll walk with you.
To the mothers from every country
To the mothers from every tribe
To the mothers of every color
To the mothers keeping hope alive.
To the mothers who stretch the dinner
To the mothers who sacrifice
To the mothers who are growing thinner
To the mothers without the rice.
To the mothers who have plenty
To the mothers who have none
To the mothers who stay at home
To the mothers on the run.
To the mothers who must cover
To the mothers without a face
To the mothers we can’t see
To the mothers who leave no trace.
To the mothers through the ages
To the mothers who were Eve
To the mothers who bore the children
To the mothers who did not conceive.
To the mothers with their daughter
To the mothers with their son
To the mothers who are serious
To the mothers who are fun.
To the mothers who are sexy
To the mothers who’ve given up
To the mothers who are ditzy
To the mothers livin’ it up.
To the mothers who nurture
To the mothers who cook
To the mothers who heal us
To the mothers who just look.
To the mothers who are in chemo
To the mothers who are in jail
To the mothers who are in rehab
To the mothers who had to bail.
To the mothers who like to garden
To the mothers who hammer a nail
To the mothers who crew or pilot
To the mothers setting sail.
To the mothers feeling hemmed in
To the mothers feeling free
To the mothers kind and loving
To the mothers you and me.
To the mothers who worship
To the mothers who pray
To the mothers off OM-ing
To the mothers who stay.
To the mothers in their labor
To the mothers gave us birth
To the mothers bless the arbor
To the mothers who’ll save the earth.
