Here there can be no reason for pity!
All must be upbeat on this present Mother’s Day!
Satisfied to be, for being comes along these lines;
Satisfied to feel the sound judgment of joy.
However some are scourged, broken by life’s disagreeableness,
Debilitated by moms battering as they may,
Possessed by despondency unowned, and tears that remain
Through happiness and distress, mental stability and franticness.
In what manner may such exploited people join the festival,
Persisting satisfaction they can’t share,
Staying, as they should, marooned outside,
‘Mid recollections excessively agonizing, making it impossible to review?
So may there still be love in the connection,
Regardless of the fierceness that, covered, yields give up,
A yearning in the tyke that shouted and cried
However sufficiently able to comprehend everything.