I really can’t remember
for it’s been so many years,
just how we spent your Mother’s Day
and I don’t remember tears.
I think of mashed potatoes,
and setting the table for eight,
and giving cards to you Mom,
that were made with finger-paint!
This year when I think of you, Mom,
I sort of miss the past,
I really wish those Mother’s Days
had made memories that last.