Mother’s Day
A poem
Another year, another spring, another Mother’s Day A day filled with phone calls from children and grandchildren My husband will do something in honour of the day I will begin and end the day knowing I am loved
And I will think of you
He and I will work in the garden together as we often do It brings us joy and we end the day weary and peaceful The shoots of the early harbingers of spring have appeared They are as tender as our love but much more fragile
And I will think of you
I will be aware of the flow of greetings around me I will hear the joy of our grandchildren as they serve Breakfast and offer home made cards and open hearts Friends will send Happy Mother’s Day greetings
And I will think of you
Ours was not a Hallmark greeting card kind of relationship I wonder if the uncertainty of our love makes that love Count any less than those who love without doubt I wonder if there is such a thing as love without doubt
And I will think of you and send to you this greeting That I love you beyond all the uncertainty and wasted time I love you with a sense of grace and hard won peace I love you with the kind of love that might have healed us






