Mothers day

There was something
about the last Sunday
of may..if I'm not mistaken.

little rascals
collected,
what ever they could.

the rich,
often crowded
jewelry stores..

and others,
made the effort
to maybe,
just buy them a red rose
and plant a kiss upon their foreheads..

Its when,
the little ones clung on the
necks of those who nurtured
them,
and whispered sweet words.

It all happened in front of me,
year, after year ,after year..

and while everyone was busy
eating family dinners..

I still struggled to get
"happy mothers day"
rolling out of my mouth.