by Janet Sobczyk, 2016ⓒ
There’s nothing like Mother’s Day
to remind me she’s gone.
Ads mock: Show Mom your love!
On TV: commercials of beloved women,
In stores: bouquets, cards, chocolates,
even in the grocery aisles.
Walk away from the sight,
grief follows me home.
No more gifts to send,
calls to make,
hugs to give her.
Phone interrupts my despair:
daughter calls, sister calls, son texts.
There are flowers and hugs to receive,
gifts to open.
Gratitude swirls through sorrow,
and tears flow.