For Mother’s Day

There are mothers, and grammas, and stepmoms
Actually, any kind of mother will do
The world is dying for lack of compassion
This man's world - lacks a lot - as kindness goes
Dog eat dog - is not a mother's point of view
Broken bones, skinned elbows, and dog bites
Ask a mother - she'll know exactly what to do
It's sad - now that I think of it
That there's a special holiday
As if cards and flowers can somehow suffice
Because mothers - from day one - loved without recognition
Their own blood, sometimes, a willing sacrifice
So, remember, call you Mom and your Granny
It's not much
But its the least we can do
Happy Mothers Day!
Are words we should be speaking forever
Not just one Sunday in May - once a year

For Frankie Gamble
Born February 1934
Died July 2019