The lights. the noise, the colors All used to fill my heart with glee Now music blaring louder than ever Headphones keeping the anxiety away The cold floor of my closet as my rock Barely surviving the 12 am fireworks It’s hard to be hopeful for a new year.
momma mia man date comb the second Sunday during month of May can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele setting precedent for Mother's Day where early Christians fancied festival known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early twentieth century 1908 when Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then, and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten grief fraught entrapment also cited as informally memorializing her mother, who begot said noble men
touring daughter paying homage to woebegone lachrymose role with accolades to endure tragedy and loss put upon child bearing women,
this event held (rain or sun) at St Andrew's Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken in subsequent decades to formal fete, where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen commercialization cropped as ken be expected by the early 1920's imbolden greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the ****** appetite of the ole mighty dollar, but her lofty ambition did get thwarted by mass marketing the quaint idea, plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry (initially proposed entailed low key acknowledgement, the originator (Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed re formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb set a course where greater longevity doth hum all because, she sought to regale "mum."