Doctor Grandma

Here it comes again, that day

when I never knew what to buy,

because nothing was ever

the right gift,

no matter how I tried,

I stood in front of all the cards,

picked them up one by one,

set them down again,

because the verses were never us,

They never expressed my feelings,

never said it my own way,

and even now………

I just don’t know what to say.

I would be remiss

to not thank you

for the gift of life you gave,

but in the end,

I do believe

the debt was paid.

It’s not that I am bitter,

but I just cannot relate

to the teary-eyed messages

all over Facebook, on this day,

In the end,

I am happy,

for the times that were the best,

In the end,

I saw your strength,

and acceptance,

I have no regrets,

because life is what we make it,

but I tire of this day

and this tradition.

cfblack 05-09-2015

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