Happy Mother's Day

Sun shinning in my eyes,
I wake to the smell of bacon as it fries
Time for school I hear you say,
So I pull on my shoes and then I wash my face
“Good morning son, clean your plate,
grab your books now and don’t be late,
I’ll pick you up after school,
have a nice day and don’t break the rules”

Miss Grabtree says today’s a special day,
take out our crayons and our paste
We’re making gifts for a coming holiday
My mind raced was it Thanksgiving surely it couldn’t be Christmas yet
Valentines or Easter Miss Grabtree which one did I forget

With a loving smile she quizzed my mind
asking who it was that spends all their time
Cooking for me and cleaning my clothes,
combing my hair and wiping my nose
I didn’t know quite what to say
so I stood there in dismay
when she whispered in my ear it’s Mother’s Day

Our work was all done it was ‘show and tell’ time
the first to go was a friend of mine;
Bobby’s card was gold and blue
He said his mommy’s favourite colours were his favourite colours too
That her hair was long and gold and that her eyes were blue

I was last I was ashamed to go
Miss Grabtree do they really need to know
She patted my head and said no one would laugh
but I stood there with my card behind my back

That was so many years ago and at the time I didn’t know
You were the best mom I could have had
So here’s that card that I never gave
I’ll leave with these flowers at your grave
And it reads, “Happy Mother’s Day......Dad”