To the Moms

 

You are everything.

You are everyone.

 

We take you for granted.

As we sneak out the house

To get away from the warnings

We call as nagging.

 

We put you on silent

When your ringtone comes on,

Only to be scolded later

For forgetting to defrost things for dinner.

 

We toss aside the advice

You give for free.

And think your wisdom is ancient and useless.

Only wishing later we could hear it again.

 

We yearn to get away,

But time draws us back to you.

 

To replay all the times

We took your time for granted.

We know now that your advice is golden.

Your naggings are warnings.

Your teachings are more than learned.

 

Thank you mothers.

For all you do.