To the mothers

To the mothers and moms,
to mommies and mamas,
the maters, the mammies,
to the madres and mas.

To the sisters who stepped up,
the dads on their own,
the aunts and the nanas,
who gave us a home.

To the ad hoc physician,
the maid and the chef,
the folder and sorter,
the boss and the ref.

To the moms of adults,
who have some kids of their own,
to the new moms, waiting,
to meet the child they’ve grown.

To each of you who have
a bond stronger than blood,
to unconditional love
through the bad and the good.

You take charge, you take lead,
you’re queen of the mount,
and today, dog and cat moms,
pets don’t fucking count.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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2 Replies to “To the mothers”

  1. Linda

    To the lame ass loser
    You messed up fuck
    Your hole grows deep
    I wish you luck………Not

    You’ve preyed on women
    And also a kid
    You tried to make light
    And then you hid

    The mask is off
    You’ve been exposed
    A law degree?
    You’ll be desposed

    You think you’re smart
    And have a quick wit
    Too much proof
    They won’t acquit

    Goodbye to your blog
    FaceBook and Twitter
    Your audience too
    You’ve made them all bitter

    You should sit in a cell
    Like a common crook
    Take some time and reflect
    And write your new ‘book’

    The title perhaps
    While you ponder past bait
    Is conversations with
    My current cell mate

  2. Linda

    To the lame ass loser
    You messed up fuck
    Your hole grows deep
    I wish you luck… Not

    You’ve preyed on women
    And also a kid
    You tried to make light
    And then you hid

    The mask is off
    You’ve been exposed
    A law degree?
    You’ll be deposed

    You think you’re smart
    And have a quick wit
    Too much proof
    They won’t acquit

    Goodbye to your blog
    FaceBook and Twitter
    Your audience too
    You’ve made them all bitter

    You should sit in a cell
    Like a common crook
    Take some time and reflect
    And write your new ‘book’

    The title perhaps
    While you ponder past bait
    Is Conversations with
    My Current Cell Mate

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