All My Mothers

Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mother, Mamasita, Hey mom, Grandma, Grandee, Grandnan, Grammy, Nana, to all the Mothers in my live and the mother of my children:

Thank you, you have a calling I cannot claim. your influences over me are sweet and gentle and yet, in the stillness of my soul, you have no idea of the command you hold. I cherish all our relationships. Though I, a victim to a mold of manhood am indentured to this shell of unemotion and hardness; on this day proclaim my honor for to you and pray that whatever sweet essence that keeps you doing what you do will strive for ever. For without the Golden Rod of mothering and motherhood in my life I am adrift.