Ode to Mother’s Day

Tears well in the eyes
a vice tightens over the temples
the throat constricts
the time is here
a time to celebrate
a time to mourn
a time to remember
a time to forget
a day designated
a day reserved
a mother’s plight
always a mother’s joy

©2023 CBialczak

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