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