Mother’s Day it was just here
It came and passed just like last year
The calendar says which day
The second Sunday of each May
Another day, another year
Yet this year was so different
The difference was significant
On the calendar it was the same
But in my heart it will never be the same
The calendar is indifferent
What makes this day so special?
Is it physical or is it mental?
I told my mom ‘Happy Mother’s Day’
I told my mom ‘Happy Mother’s Day’
For that was all I was able to say
Three words that left me so emotional
Does time or distance dull it’s meaning?
Can we as people really know it’s meaning?
Can we as people really know it’s meaning?
My kids they told me ‘Happy Mother’s Day’
And those three words made my day
Close to my heart they now have meaning
Sounds the same as any year
But let me make the difference clear
I spoke those words to my mom in heaven
My kids spoke those words through an old invention (telephone)
Don’t miss the meaning, don’t miss another year
Don’t miss the meaning, don’t miss another year
Mom
BarbieBF
I wrote this in 2002.
I wrote this in 2002.
A picture I drew of my mom:
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