In the early days of May
The house filled with sounds
Of not so quiet whispers
And joyful giggles
As Mother's Day surprises were planned.
When the big day arrived
They brought handmade cards
And gifts made at home or school
Presented with smiles and declarations
Of "I love you, Mommy."
Years later, all grown up
With families of their own,
That day in May is nearly forgotten--
Remembered with a quick phone call,
A hastily chosen card, a few words on Facebook.
They don't seem to remember
That the greatest gift they have to give
Is just to give her themselves.
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