Shano Told Me: A Mother’s Day Poem

I read between the growing lines

that cast his growing rolls. They told me

“Of all the moms of all of time,

none could cuddle, kiss or hold me,

nibble my feet or chew my cheek,

or keep me warm and keep me giggling

with tender hugs and hide and peak,

or keep my little hands all wiggling

with lilting song and graceful dance —

I’m pretty sure there’s just no chance

that any could do the things she does

the way she does, with radiant love,

with kindness shining through her eyes

in the dark of night to calm my cries.

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