A Minute with Mom

I’m not going to say my mother is perfect.

That would simply be too bold.

And frankly, just an embarrassment because

of her unending and immaculate humility.

So I won’t say she’s perfect.

I won’t say she’s super awesome and

totally boss, because she’s really just

trying to do what she can, but, better

than most.  I mean a lot better. Face it,

she has a poet for a son, so there’s that.

I can’t say that she’s the smartest lady,

because I wouldn’t want to insult her

intelligence. I mean, she clearly knows

more than I do almost all the time,

almost.

I’m reluctant to say she’s the most funny

lady that ever graced the rest of us with

her ceaseless wit and comedic charm,

because again, I don’t want her to feel like

this is a joke or not to be taken seriously.

I don’t want to imply that Mom gives

the best hugs since the creation of arms,

but, I mean, c’mon, Mom hugs, right?

There’s nothing like them no matter

what age you are.

I am not sure Mom would want me to

brag so much about her, seeing as how she’s

really so good at it herself. My mom is the

best as self promotion and I wouldn’t deign  

to take that away from her.

So, for Mom’s sake, I’ll resist the temptation

to tell the whole world how wonderful, compassionate,

understanding, generous, wise, funny, loving, and

modest she is. I mean, no one is better at modesty

than she. Thanks Mom! Happy Mother’s Day!