Cherishing Mother’s Day
Mother remembers what it was like
when we were too young to remember
After many passages
we begin to remember also
ours and hers almost matching
we’re years away
from prying them apart
rocking chair, fat-tire bicycle
a sky garden of beans, corn, strawberries
endless hours of labor
with little sleep
we were a left arm she lost the use of
and yearned for, sometimes clumsily
sometimes graciously when she accepted
that Mother’s Day is roughly 15 years
then it’s over. Like a baseball career
an episode, not a life
and we cherish only what we can let go
The Dog Star 
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