I went out of my way to write what I thought was the worst acrostic poem ever written for Mother's Day.
Best. Mother’s Day Poem. Ever.
Mothers, unlike
Others are
The best of
Her family. Why?
Er… there
R lots of reasons!
It took almost ten seconds to write that. Maybe nine seconds, one for each month a mother carries a child. That fact is more poetic than my poem, but here's another fact: it wasn't the worst acrostic poem possible.
My
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I wrote that one on a heart-shaped card for my own mom. We'll see how that goes.
For the record, much more thought went into the gifts, and my wife and mother both get real cards that do a better job expressing appreciation.
So for you moms on this site… you have writing talent. Chances are, you have more writing talent than the people who will write cards to you today. Remember: even if the card stinks, the love and appreciation does not. And if you still end up having to cook (or you have steak because that's the only thing your husband can cook besides hot dogs, hamburgers and oatmeal) it's because everyone knows you're the best at it.
For the record, I'm grilling steak tonight. I think it's penance for the poem, but my wife says she bought the steak yesterday, so I'll take her word for it.
That's trust.
The
Real
Underlying
Stuff of
The family.
Happy Mother's Day, moms of MS!
Best. Mother’s Day Poem. Ever.
Mothers, unlike
Others are
The best of
Her family. Why?
Er… there
R lots of reasons!
It took almost ten seconds to write that. Maybe nine seconds, one for each month a mother carries a child. That fact is more poetic than my poem, but here's another fact: it wasn't the worst acrostic poem possible.
My
o
t
h
e
r _ parent.
I wrote that one on a heart-shaped card for my own mom. We'll see how that goes.
For the record, much more thought went into the gifts, and my wife and mother both get real cards that do a better job expressing appreciation.
So for you moms on this site… you have writing talent. Chances are, you have more writing talent than the people who will write cards to you today. Remember: even if the card stinks, the love and appreciation does not. And if you still end up having to cook (or you have steak because that's the only thing your husband can cook besides hot dogs, hamburgers and oatmeal) it's because everyone knows you're the best at it.
For the record, I'm grilling steak tonight. I think it's penance for the poem, but my wife says she bought the steak yesterday, so I'll take her word for it.
That's trust.
The
Real
Underlying
Stuff of
The family.
Happy Mother's Day, moms of MS!