M is for the many things she gave you.
Like life, for example. That’s what mommy calls “doing you a major solid”. Gonna be tough paying that one back, sport.
O means only that she’s growing old.
Which is something we never mention. Calling mommy “Shar-Pei Face” is very hurtful. So is telling the neighbors that she’s 62 and on Social Security.
T is for the tears she shed to save me.
However, that time you put her Spanx on your head, then ran into her Book Club meeting yelling that you couldn’t breathe because you were stuck inside mommy’s girdle and then she had to awkwardly wrestle it off of you so you didn’t die from asphyxiation, those tears weren’t from sadness. They were from a slightly darker place.
H is for her heart the purest gold.
Which has now been upgraded to platinum. Gold’s over, man.
E is for her eyes with lovelight shining.
Yeah, that’s why mommy’s pupils are always dilated. From the lovelight. Let’s run with that one.
R is right and right she’ll always be.
Damn straight. Even when she says the only CD the family needs for the long car trip is Clay Aiken’s. Even then.
Put them all together and it spells MOTHER (unless mommy’s present is from Walgreen’s and not Tiffany’s again, then it spells MUTHA), a name that means the world to me.