I wish there wasn’t a father’s dayOr mothers day either. People talk
about their parent, now passed away--
oh, how great he was, how much they gave,
what a loving mother she is. This brings
a sadness I can’t locate. A longing.
I get lost in my thoughts, left out,but I tire quickly of my self-indulgence.
I follow my thoughts to my reality.
I think what a good dad
my kids had and have. How I believe
I was a good mom, certainly
no one could try harder than we two.
When I celebrate , I applaud my husbandand what he gave our kids,
what he gives them today.
I think about what is important for us,
that we did the best we could,
that thought often leads me to this:
maybe they did, too.