Matka, Muter, Ammee...

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Here's to all the ones
Who are up before the sun
And hides in the storage room
To get some paperwork done
Who cooks for hours on weekends
And goes to a hundred playdates
Feeds the baby while on a Zoom meeting
While corporate stuff she delegates

Here's to those who thinks
About everyone all day
Looking after their affairs
So not a one is in disarray
She smiles as she remembers
The tiny faces in her locket
For whom she says her prayers
Alone in her secret closet

Here's to you, Mommy
Nanay, Maman, Makuahine
Aiti, Maji, Okaasan
Matka, Muter, Ammee
Words do not suffice
Nor flowers, hugs, or chocolate
For all you are and do
And the love you pull out of your pocket

So put on your stilettos
Sneakers or dancing shoes
Some mascara, a red lippy
A dress in the shade of chartreuse
Or put your feet up on the sofa
Binge-watch a show for hours
Or read all day in the garden
Today you won't need your superpowers


Happy Mother's Day!


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