Who wants to be a mother?

A moment’s fleeting passion

And, nine months hence, a kid

Who’s hungry, wet and thrashin’

Loud as a katydid.

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The “tomcat” dropped a litter

The freezer needs defrosting

Your own mom’s sad and bitter

And she can be exhausting.

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The husband seems distracted

By nubile female scenery

And toots as if he’s acted

The glutton at a beanery.

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Your youngest’s bike was stolen.

Your oldest is in trouble.

The middle’s glands are swollen

And, though he’s twelve, there’s stubble.

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Who wants to be a mother?

Sometimes you don’t; let’s face it.

Though Motherhood can smother,

Heroics–yours!!–can grace it.

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My friends, I am a grateful son who realizes that without mothers, 99.9999-plus percent of us would never have existed. Motherhood, physical or spiritual, takes tremendous courage and perseverance, and a mother’s love is the force multiplier for achievement and fulfillment in most of our lives. Happiest of Mother’s Days to all you mothers, and motherers, out there!!!