much love to my three daughters, each one now a mother too, on mothers day.
even if i only rarely called you by your right name on the first try.
“mothers are not the nameless,
who appear once a year on a greeting card with their virtues set to prose,
but women who have been dealt a hand for life
and play each card one at a time the best way they know how.
no mother is all good or all bad,
all laughing or all serious,
all loving or all angry,
ambivalence rushes through their veins.”