A poem written and submitted by Walter Prokopchuk, who wanted to acknowledge all mothers and their unconditional contribution to humankind.
A Mother's Day
The Matriarch, her home's leader, like Lupus - leads the pack;
Protecting all of her offspring, to guide them on life's track.
Shopping for fruits and meats and breads, insuring family's fed;
Stories at bedtime - always read - to yawning sleepy heads.
Preparing breakfast every morn, and sandwiches for lunch;
With apples tucked in school back-packs, with green grapes by the bunch.
Walking kids to school each day, or to assigned bus stop;
Meet at schoolyard when classes done, or where - by bus - they're dropped.
Next helping with day's homework, be - arithmetic or science;
Urging to read the books earmarked, teaching them self-reliance.
Noting daughter's mixed-up keys: piano lessons pain;
Correcting notes - home practice played - so discipline be gained.
Chanting, urging on her son, while running 'round the bases;
In darkness drive to hockey games - and coaching in some cases.
Battling flu with chicken soup, and wiping runny nose;
Wash muddied floors from puddle-jumps, along with muddied clothes.
Overseeing playtimes 'tween the siblings disagreeing;
Acting then to mediate, in role of refereeing.
Succeeding at accomplished chores, to always do her best;
Yet failing to take some time for self, for much-required rest,
But toiling on from dawn to dusk, Sunday thru Saturday;
Thus treat her with love and respect on Mother's Day in May.
