When I first became a Mom, almost 25 years ago, Mother's Day was such a sweet day. I remember when Kellan would bring home presents from school. No matter what they were, they always found a place of honor on the kitchen table, displayed there for several weeks. But then, in 2009, my Mother passed away. Mother's Day ever since then has been dreadful. I should be marking the day celebrating with Kellan and John, instead I grieve for my own Mom. She lived to be 80, I should be thankful. But I'm not . . . I'm mad. I still have things I need to talk to her about. I want to know what spice it was that she put in her brisket recipe. I want to know who the people are in photos that I have found since her death. One little girl has her name, and I haven't a clue who she is. I want her to know her grandson as a young man. And I would have loved to have taken her on a tour of my Studio. She could have been my helper. I'm just mad . . .
I would give anything to have her sitting here with me drinking her coffee, chatting about when she was a little girl, about her own Mom. I would give anything to feel her loving arms around me one last time. And I would pay whatever it took to get her on the phone again. 
But instead, another year passes and I'm left with unanswered questions. I truly do look forward to the day we're together again.
A Mother's Love
I've been with you
since before your birth
I'll stand by your side
as long as I'm on this earth.
A mother's love is special,
a never-ending gift.
A love that's always there
If you ever need a lift.
I think of you often,
never missing a day,
My love is forever,
and always sent your way.
You're never far from the caring
thoughts in my heart.
No matter how many miles
ever try to keep us apart.
A Mother's love, your gift,
the gift I'll always give to you.
As we watch our lives go by,
no matter what you say or do.
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