Not Saying It With Flowers

Hers won't remember.
They never do.
They lead busy lives you see.
And don't get to visit as much as they'd like to.

So this Sunday,
this Mothering Sunday,
she'll buy her own.

Then it's back home
on the off chance
that one of them
will think to phone.

Mother & Child Reunion

Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011