A Happy Mother’s Day to all. I honored my wife with a Cracker Barrel lunch, her favorite, and a poem recapping our 21st Anniversary trip to Singer Island. It may be more of a tribute to Mother Marriott than my loving wife, since she isn’t my mother or the mother of my child. She does have two beautiful daughters of her own that are thousands of miles away, so I wanted to do something for her on this special day. 

I do make a reference to “rings” in this poem because I used to buy her lots of jewelry. Every anniversary occasion I would ask her to “marry me again?” She would always hopefully say “yes, but where’s the ring?” Unfortunately, I no longer have diamonds in the retirement budget, so we settled on this two week long cross-Florida trip. The only rings I could afford this year were Onion Rings at the poolside restaurant. 

Mother M

We drove cross-state,
For time together.
It wasn’t like seeking,
Warmer weather.

Tally couldn’t go,
We met old pals.
Hoosier Neighbors,
And a Pi Phi gal.

Jetty’s Lighthouse,
And Conchy Joe’s.
The rest of the time,
Had sand in our toes.

Netflix and Chill,
Billions and Ozark.
We never saw a gator,
Or even a shark.

Dinner at The Breakers,
For Lobster and steak.
After too much company,
We needed a break.

Live Aid memories,
And other BFF things.
On The Rocks,
For anniversary “rings.”

Unlike the old days,
When a finger it fit.
All you got this year,
Was a beach chair to sit.

A pricy seat,
On Singer Isle.
Two oceanside weeks,
Mother Marriott style.

Twenty-One years,
Since we said, “I Do.”
We didn’t do much,
From our lofty view.

Poolside Bingo,
But we don’t win.
Out of Haagen-Dazs,
Ham Salad again.

After all of these years,
Loving you is still a thrill.
And on our way home,
My Coke didn’t spill.

Happy Mother’s Day 2022
Love, MikeL