On this day, at this time,
Here and now, some of you will make a sign,
You may give a flower, maybe bake a cake
or you might throw a party for her sake.

Go ahead and throw a bone while you’re at it...

No dear child, and you too,
you sons of Adam, searching for clues,
All you, all of you,
Here, there, everywhere,
You have to pay,
You owe something at the end of life’s highway,
Yes you do, even as you finally sink into the grave’s clay,
There is a debt that you can never ever repay.

Why?

Because no matter what gift you buy today,
No matter how much money you spent yesterday,
No matter what you say,
You can never ever repay
the gift your Mother gave you yesteryear,
Hark it well, children dear.

Life...
She gave you life...
You were given the greatest gift there is,
A gift without Man’s price.

And yet here you stand in the world’s trap,
Saying this and yapping that,
You men pose, posture and point,
Everything you touch you taint.

On the dread days when pain rains,
When your hopes are flushed down sewers and drains,
That is when you howl and pray,
That is when you beg for Mother’s day.

Speak to her,
Understand her,
Kiss her,
Or soon, all too soon, you’ll miss her...