There is this one special day,
where in whatever way,
the mother as person in society,
should be the celebrity.

It is, a decision,
and not an easy going mission.
Being mother is dedication,
hard work, little appreciation.

Some grow there, some never do,
but one thing will ever be true.
It is a sacrifice of some life time,
to bring another one to shine.

Mothers are caretakers,
organizers, cooks and bakers.
Taxi drivers, house keeper,
their love goes wider and deeper.

It is not necessarily a blood band,
it requires a certain love in the end.
It is their effort to be honored today,
probably, a simple „thank you!“ to say.

Flowers and a poem, even better,
in person, or a letter.
No matter the quarrel, the stress,
in the end, most of us confess.

They made us survive,
they gave us a life.
To the cost of their own,
for that some gratitude might be shown.

Usually they do care,
not always right to be fair.
A mothers love is complex and vulnerable,
it is unique and not exchangeable.

I love my mum, clear as that,
we had breakfast and a chat.
She is now grandma, to be mum a second time,
and her love can once again shine.

We had crisis and fights,
fun times and delights.
Now she can be proud,
discussions are less loud.

To all mothers out there,
your job is hard, and not fair.
You give everything everday,
for societies future so to say.

You deserve love and honoration,
for your doing and dedication.
Be proud of yourself, every day,
enjoy this, in your unique way.

I dedicate this poem to my mother. She got a poem of her own of course. Us being adult made things easier again. Now this band is a source of love and energy that is important for both of us. I love you Mom, your Turtle 😉