Mothers day is everyday.
But it is so not.
If mother's day was everyday- how come today, with all the drama and all the tears. Three scraped knees and no band-aids left. How come today didn't win me any hallmark cards?
It is not that I need something big, it is that I wonder why you could not have made me something small.
A card. A child sent to hug me.
It's pathetic, but- at times I feel like you make me feel.
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