I don’t think of you often,
Only when I have 2 piles of laundry and a sinkful of dishes to wash.
And when my war-zone-like home needs deep cleansing.
Oh, I think of you when I have to cook food just to watch it tossed to the floor
by a toddler who always has something else planned
When all I want to do is to sleep like a bear.
“My life’s dictated by a 2 year old!”, I cry,
and wonder how you managed it all;
Well, maybe I do think of you often.
Being a mother myself must have turned me thoughtful and a little more grateful.
Mom, I think of what you’ve gone through-
Day in and day out, handling one’s tantrums and the other’s wrath;
Educating us well with the few resources that you and dad had.
A thankless job, you must have felt while you were at it-
But now I must thank you.
Today, on your birthday, I want you to sit back, your legs resting upon a table
And a hot cup of coffee in your hand and know that
you did and are still doing a fine job after all.
Happy Birthday, Mom!