The DNA in our mothers cells
gloriously connects us all,
though unwisely denied,
the demonstrated evidence ignored.
But that denial serves no one well,
brings only bitter tears,
allows absolution for avarice,
leaving all in troubled houses.
Mothers must have the will to persevere,
hearts that protest wrongs,
the wit to know lies,
and speak clear their hidden realities.
But still we hold to the half-truths
the expedience of jealous traditions,
raise soaring barricades to simple reason,
perjure even our future world.
Mothers Day comes when we stop,
question the tales making us worthy,
and the foreigner less than human,
that will be Mothers Day.