I’ve always had a hard time writing to a specific theme. I could come home from a hockey game and write a better poem about baseball than hockey. All of this to say that I don’t think I have a specific Mother’s Day poem in the archives. I do have this, written in 2012, when the kids were still 1 and 3 years old. I was only just starting to get good at this dadding business, and their mother’s work travels left them very much longing, and I with my hands very full. I was still working full time then as well, so it was a whirlwind. We celebrated her returns:
The Countermeasure
Mama’s coming home today!
In anticipation, the pancakes fly
From the children’s plates
To the dog, through the sky.
Mama’s coming home today!
The sun makes noise to celebrate!
In obeisance, the butler rises
To quiet the household’s gears
With oils, and compromises.
The sun makes noise to celebrate!
Mama’s coming home today!
In preparation, a runner’s sent
To deliver the angels’ praise
For surviving, and keeping up the rent.
Mama’s coming home today!
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She hasn’t traveled for months now, and that is what we celebrate. Here’s to a world waking itself up to travel, and a love that never leaves home.
Andy Havens 
This is wonderful!
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What a sweet poem. I grew up in a house where Dad worked overseas for long periods of time. He was a civilian contractor. I could hardly wait for him to come home. Going to the airport to pick him up was a joyous occasion. Taking him to leave was sober and full of tears. To this day, I don’t particularly like airports. Funny one of my boys became an airline pilot.
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That’s powerful stuff. You must have a good relationship with your dad.
I like airports, even though I don’t like flying. Freedom, possibility, the sense of everywhere being available.
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