Happy Mothers Day. For all the forgotten mothers 
This weekend we celebrate Mothers.
We either buy cards and flowers, take mom out for dinner or call her long distance.
Some make their own gifts.
The best mothers day gifts I have are a rumpled card circa 1998, its a photocopy that was coloured in. The lines were carefully followed, not always successfully. The other is a picture my son made in 2000, with a photo of himself enclosed in a frame of popsicle sticks. Now, to be sure I will receive grander gifts, but these are the ones I will always remember.
Often, people (not all) think that giving mom special treatment that one day lets them off the hook for the rest of the year.
To the Mothers of all the 146 million children who are going hungry because of poverty, war or drought, or disease.
To the Mothers of all the sons and daughters who have arrived home in caskets from a war based on lies.
To all the Mothers who have to watch their children get sick, helplessly, because they have no medical insurance. Or their babes didnt make it because they had no prenatal care.
For the mothers whose children are missing.
For the mothers who have lost their babes that were never born, because of a fluke of conception.
The frail, elderly mothers that are in nursing homes, forgotten even on that one day a year. Or perhaps they had to suffer the worst of the worst, and survived their own children.
Happy Mothers day to you too.
