Happy Dead Mothers Day!
To you know who you are
I know it can be hard with our mothers so far
It’s all over the place
even in cyberspace
a whole industry
for the divine Mrs. She
So what do we do when our mothers are dead?
No photos galore, no breakfast in bed
No poems, no tweets, nothing, not even a shred
of our mothers to share, it’s the day that I dread
24 hours
of Hallmark’s genius powers
So now I propose
a new day for those
who swim in their woes
while this day just goes
and comes to a close
No blaming
No shaming
No swearing
Or glaring
Or hey! Do you know what?
I'm talking like a nut
There are no rules to loss
Nobody whose boss
Do what feels good
and Not what you should
A yell and a scream
To flea from this dream
Dead Mother's Day is hard
And there ain’t no card
to sum up the pains
that run through our veins
It’s not like an un-birthday
Or the day of the dead
It’s Dead Mothers Day
That’s it- enough said