Masks and sanitizer, greetings through windows six feet apart.
We have all become untouchable.
Moms that are still with us, aren’t.
Moms that are not with us
are worlds away untouched by time in our memory.
And then there are those moms who cannot escape,
cannot get away because love chases them into the bathroom
and down the halls into the make-shift-office-room zoom calls.
Pandemic Mother’s Day is complicated for moms who wanted to be
and could not no matter how hard they tried and tried and cried
whose bodies couldnot wouldnot become what we wanted them to be.
And the dads who are better moms than our moms could ever be,
mothering isn’t just for moms. Some moms just can’t.
For the lucky ones whose love dripped down the sides of our faces
like ice cream, their joy overflows like spilt milk
on the countertop next to the oreo cookies.
We can still feel their touch and the kisses
in clockwise directions on our faces
filled with laughter or tears, over the years,
those kisses fade into the photos on the wall.
They are now missing from our minds. Gone on this day.
But for the grannies and mimis and granddaddies and pattis and tathas and pappas and mammas that make life just a little sweeter
with drive-by birthdays and package deliveries,
the complications of Mother’s Day are no match
for unbridled love.
Boundless expressions of joy cannot be hid by the hand sewn masks
and poster board signs hurriedly colored while tears fell
making rain marks on homemade cards.
You can see a smile with your heart, if you try.
And so we do. We try. We forgive. We remember. We regret.
And those who wish our mothers were
something more than they could be,
we sigh and breathe in one more day.
Mother’s Day has always been complicated,
but this year more of us understand why.