Me Day

My parents used to scoff at Mother’s Day.
“A Hallmark-started holiday,” said Dad.
To Mom the date her mother died – dismay
and grief uniting always made her sad.
But I learn, from the way my kids convey
their love and gratitude. This year I had
their hugs and gifts and sweet calligraphy
on Saturday. Today is all for me.

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