From Middle English moder.
Old English modor.
Classical Greek meter.
And Old Irish mathir.
We owe it all to them.
No matter who we are or where we live.
No matter the language or culture.
We couldn’t be here without them.
We have them to thank.
We have them to honor.
To argue with.
To look up to.
Or run away from.
To inspire us.
Or leave us to our own devices.
Some of us hardly knew her.
She died so young.
For some, she still rules the roost. While others now need assisted living.
Some of our mothers have shed their mortal coil.
Leaving us orphans.
Regardless of our age.
Our birthdays aren’t the same without them.
Once a mother, always a mother.
Sunday, May 13th, marks the day to celebrate it.
Happy Mother’s Day, one and all.I miss you, Mom.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square www.reneewalkerwriterpoet.com