by Pamela Stephens
It’s that time of year again for telling the one who loved us,
protected us, and nourished us,
that we love them…
and I do.
It’s that time of year again for Mother-Daughter teas
with new floral dresses,
to watch Mother-Daughter fashion shows
and eat petit-fours while we sip lemonade…
and I will.
It’s that time of year again for buying special cards
that reflect those all too often unspoken feelings
for those gracious hands that sent us off,
picked us up, encouraged us, patted us
on the head and told us, ‘You can do it’….
but I won’t.
It’s that time of year again for daughters who have mothers;
for those who have living mothers and daughters;
it’s that time of year again for others….
but not for us.
It’s that time of year again for my girls and for me.
We will go to the Mother-Daughter tea
in our floral dresses and sip lemonade and eat petit-fours,
but it won’t be the same, never again, at this time of year
without you.
But no matter what time of year,
I will always appreciate you for the mother you were for me.
No matter what time of year,
I will always remember your tenderness and love…
And I do.
It’s that time of year for saying, “I love you, Mom.”
And I still do, and I always will….
Happy Mother’s Day Forever!
—-1991—-