Mother's Day Present

Your Mother's Day present - a poem for the not-so-typical speed dial Mom

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I noticed we weren't typical
But you worked days and nights
(Okay, the health department
Had our home within their sights).

I wouldn't go so far to say
our house was like a stye
when I was growing up at home
...your time in short supply.

You had a very special style
the way that you did dinner
the restaurant was on speed dial
(but pizza is a winner!).

Efficient, yes, I'll give you that
while juggling all you did
corporate mogal, wife, and friend
and mother to a kid.

I thought an iron was something
that a cowboy only used
who knew it flattened wrinkles?
But dear Mom, you are excused.

The other kids would never get
to skip a week at school
to go to some exotic place
because their Mom was cool.

Domestic, no; exciting, yes.
Around you life was fun:
the skiing trip, the symphony,
attention one-on-one.

I thought the dirt was pixie dust
the cobwebs, nebulae
Your love was unconditional
And that's a lot to say.