It's one of those times in the year when somehow I know it's coming even though I don't.
Mothers Day is on it's way. I'll see the commercials for sending flowers and cards but it doesn't really register.
So I start looking, looking for a poem or something to commemorate the day. I don't want to get too personal in this public domain but I do want to say something.

Sometimes it seems like a very long time since she died and at other times it's like she was in the kitchen yesterday. I still miss her and always will, time may heal all wounds but it doesnt erase memory and I am glad for that.
I suppose it's human nature to always want your parents to be proud of you wether they're on earth or not. When I think about Mom I think that she would be furious that there are chickens running lose in her backyard and there's an "almost " all black cat in the house, but she would still love me.

Sonnets are full of love
Christina Rossetti (1881)

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome,
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be,
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me,
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.