Ah, that special day.
Mom wobbles through the alley,
turns, and ambles up to the back door.
They toss her a huge piece of cooked steak
like a pet lover does to a stray cat.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom” they say.
She stoops down, picks up the meat,
and gorges on it.
After wiping her mouth
on her shirt sleeves,
she smiles, turns,
and makes for the alley.
Sandusky, Ohio poet and writer, Francis Wesley Alexander is constantly discovering new relatives and ancestors through DNA matches at Ancestry.com. He currently has poems in Illumen, Contemporary Haibun, Haibun Today, and Scifaikuest. His book, When the Mushrooms Come is out now.