Mother'D Day - Poem by Jim Yerman
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
They say this tradition originated in the Bible...and who am I to doubt?
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets to sit atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
But one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...would be alphabetically.
Moms are Accountants, Babysitters, Chauffeurs...They do what Doctors, and Electricians do
They are Farmers, Governors, Housekeepers, and Ice cream makers too.
They are Janitors, Kitchen and Laundry workers, and Maids who clean the floor.
They are Nurses, Optometrists, Painters and Quality control inspectors at the store.
They are Receptionists, Seamstresses, and Teachers...they can Upholster that sofa or chair
They are Valets, Washroom Attendants and X-Ray technicians...they show up anytime and anywhere.
They are Yard engineers and any Mom I know is also a keeper of the Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear...26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet.
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
For there wouldn’t be enough room to store them in boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
Yet they had no experience as a mother until their own children were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, not in any Epistle, Gospel or psalm
When they smiled at their baby and realized for the first time......’I’m a a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
And I must admit, if I say so myself, you Moms make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear...our hats are off to you.
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