My ex-wife could never gracefully receive a present. Not just from me but from our daughters, they tell me. Still, despite all, there is one gift I would yet give her on this day particularly after the reminders received over this weekend of how wonderful our little girls have been so far and are turning out to be even more so. That is my gratitude for her part in this and my forgiveness for the past wrongs done. There is not a moment in talking to the beautiful, kind hearted little ladies that are my daughters, that I don’t see their grace under fire and the beauty that they bring to this world of ours.
Happy Mother's Day, Too by Michael Doyle It's a sweet sort of fascination The girls and I in our conversation While on a road trip across the state After getting bumped off the inter-state Slowing down on a long country road Telling our tales that need to be told It's easy to listen and easier still to see The best parts of their loving company So often mirroring the good, bad and ugly Of the things they reveal about their family It's said apples don't fall far from the tree And from what I've seen, I hardily agree Sure each of us needs God's grace and forgiveness But I'd never choose other than to live this Looking into their eyes, I feel God's nearness While the road goes on forever, it brings me bliss Tomorrow comes with a wake up bringing Mother's Day I think on that as I watch the them sing and play It's hard to forgive someone who has done me so much wrong But that's nearly forgotten as I hear their song Quietly thinking on how their mother keeps it together While a pandemic is going on that may not get better Thinking of how the girls are vibrantly happy and whole To that extent, I am grateful for their mother's soul After a day's drive and a couple short hikes On the way back, I am think on the things that they like As they kid and joke around, even laughing at some of mine I find some grace from their mother in how they still shine The youngest is in the back asking for the radio So that we can listen and sing along as we go Back on the highway, we are returned again It's easy to marvel at them as my daughters and friends With a click of a button in search of stations We're heading back homeward to our destinations When suddenly Christmas songs begin to joyfully play The youngest jokes about how we make history every day This Mother's Day eve has been among the best As we burst out laughing, I realized we are blessed At least part of that is to their mother her own due And so today, I wish her a happy Mother's Day, too! ...and I forgive her for the damage she's done (c) May 10, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved