M.O.M.

So it's Mother's Day Weekend.
Hoping you're making the most of it.

Eventually, there comes a tiny bitter sting to it,

but you learn to see the beauty in what the departed

have instilled that lingers on.

When my beautiful Momma passed,

I wrote a poem.

It's what I do.

It is cathartic.

It is therapy.

It is comforting.

The first line of hers said,

M.O.M. means Master of Magic

and so, as this weekend pressed in on me,

I began to think about that and expand a little.

If you know these people ... you may even chuckle.

In reference to my grandmother, Poppa:

Magistrate of Marvelous

Regarding my own self ...

Mayor of Mayhem

Pertaining to my daughter who's about to welcome #2 ~

Maestro of Magnificence

To all you maestros, mayors, masters, magistrates and more ...

God bless you and know that you're doing an awesome job.