Pure (Mother)

We rush and fuss

And run and cook and plan

Because we need you to know

That your years matter to US

We gather to honour

Pay tribute and laud

The Mother we love

The Woman you are

Yes, we tease

All your delightful entricities

As you offer us

A nice sang-wich

And a glass of melk

Poured from a bohtle

Not bothered, you shrug

You know who you are

And we remember

How you told us

Our little fingers were the perfect size

For cleaning in this little corner
right over here

Be sure to get right in there

And how “that’s a good job for you”

Always meant it would be a recurring one

But as you work so hard

For us, for others, for beauty

What I see is your heart

Rising again to face another day

Your heart reaching out

Doing for others

Your best offer for nurturing

Pulling from all of us, strangers and friends

Our best efforts on behalf of others

You are

Pure

Mother.