All the Moms

Here's to the Moms in red dresses
with a knowing that presses
this side of it,
lifting our praises for her graces
and all the sleepless nights
we stumble through because
she did the same for us.

We miss you

We'd kiss you if we could

Here's to the Moms now gone.
They shone
a greying glory
and glee in waiting for Glory
just to look on His face
in that place
because of Grace.

Here's to the Moms all empty
bellies and arms
no baby but maybe but no
still sad and mad sometimes
it's bad sometimes
on Not-Mother's Day.

Here's to the Moms courageous
outrageous in daring to love the fruit of another's womb
making room
for the blooming of hope
even in the agonies of uncertainty
and sudden goodbyes
where she cries
and cries
and still loves bravely.

Here's to the Moms who are now our daughters
who, with wonder, survived our blunders
and mother better these latter joys
of womb begetting womb,
girls and boys

 
to begin again the red dresses.