MOTHERS’ DAY AND ROSES

This is for mothers: HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!

Everyday is mother’s day, without whom, there might not be breakfast, nor clean laundry, nor tears of joy for her children as she watches them bloom.

THE ROSES
by Mary Oliver

One day in summer
when everything
has already been more than enough
the wild beds start
exploding open along the berm
of the sea; day after day
you sit near them; day after day
the honey keeps on coming
in the red cups and the bees
like amber drops roll
in the petals: there is no end,
believe me! to the inventions of summer,
to the happiness your body
is willing to bear.

From Mary Oliver’s award-winning book of poems, American Primitive
(New York: Little Brown and Company, 1978)

 

 

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