Sonnet Sunday: “A Sonnet for My Mother on This Day”

May’s second Sunday is but one day and

Yet, we gather ‘round our flower shops, our

Restaurants, one fortnight before the sand

Of pools and beaches mark the summer hour

To pay homage to the giver of life,

Earthly hub of human spring, from you springs

Forth the fruit of birth, the flow’r of right

And wrong is first known, as we grow, life sings

Through the notes of childhood, adolescence

Then finally, adulthood—the chorus

Constant refrain is, go forth life’s essence

Continue that which was begun in us

So although it’s but only one May day,

Thank you Giver, Singer, this Mother’s Day.