Another Poem About Mothers

Here's another poem*, a little longer, a little more poignant than the earlier one.

To our daughters, just beginning.

And to our own mothers,

some long gone.

We celebrate you today.

💕

* Poem by Jess Urlichs

A Poem About Mothers

A Poem About Mothers

I like this little poem.

It doesn’t exactly represent a memory of my mom (banging pots in the kitchen before we woke up? Not really). For as long as I can remember, she was involved, to greater or lesser degrees, volunteering outside the home. So whether she was coming or going, she was always deeply preoccupied in whatever she was doing.

That said, we weren’t latchkey kids. She was home more often than not when we came home from school.

So yes. I like this little poem. It speaks to the value of being present. There’s a kind of security in that. Kids always knowing there’s an adult nearby.

Here’s to moms who may not be the best cooks, who may be preoccupied or absorbed in their own lives or interests, but who are downstairs when the kids wake up.