direct, terse, simple… wonderful like a slap to the face. (My mother used to tell me, “He who loves you hits you.” I retorted one time, “Couldn’t you just ‘like’ me, instead?”)

Shawn L. Bird

Never,

ever,

make your

mother cry.

Never,

ever,

bring tears

to her eye.

Never,

ever,

force a

melancholy sigh

Never,

ever,

make her

sacrifices lie.

Never,

ever,

make your

mother cry.

Unless,

she’s blessed,

and tears are joy

wept dry.

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