My Mamas

I love the mothers who failed
but didn’t run away, maybe they
drove to the end of the driveway
and then put the car in park.

The mothers who had one too many
who forgot tomorrow is Easter
and there are no chocolate bunnies
but there are eggs to dye.

So they dye eggs using food coloring from the back of the cupboard
there for a project for school or for frosting Christmas cookies
or in Pinterest dreams of motherhood where the kids wear bibs
and there is no splattering.

I love the moms who bring Oreos for the class
and forget the napkins because napkins don’t matter
knowing what matters is showing up, time after time,
with whatever we can hold in our hands.


Photo by SHAYAN IZADI ☄️ on Unsplash

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