Much has been said about mothers
Much more will be said in the days to come
There will be much more to say
As no one will say it all or say it for me
The words said on this day for mothers
Will be as varied as the mothers
To which they will be spoken
And the children which will be speaking
In days of yore
When a warrior
Had proven themselves in battle
They earned the title, Knight
The ceremonial knighting of a warrior
Was filled with pomp and pageantry
Culminating with a sword
In the hands of the sovereign
The warrior kneels
Before the lifted sword
In deference to every instinct
Offering their life willingly
The sovereign accepting the offer
Touches the sword to each shoulder
In Latin, ad collum, ‘at the neck’
We have come to understand, ‘accolades’
Motherhood is for warriors
It is not for the faint of heart
It is not for the weak
It is a world where only the strong survive
It is a life in the service of others
It is denying the desire of self
In deference to every instinct
A life, offered willingly
A mother’s accolades
Are in the lives of her children
She shines as they shine
Her triumphs are their triumphs
Her life is a delicate balance
She has wants and desires
As does every other person
She is not immune to being human
Yet, and I speak from my experience
She will set aside her pleasure
Temporarily or forever
To insure the safety and success of her children
For whatever length of her life prior
Once she became a mother
That she remains and will remain
Until she walks her final walk
Today
We touch her ‘at the neck’
We recognize her service
We come bearing her accolades
To mothers everywhere
We offer the rose of recognition
To the mothers in my life
I bow in adoration and respect
Look around your life
See the lives growing and flourishing
These are your charges
These are your accolades
Happy Mother’s Day
© Ron Simpson, Jr.
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