On Mother's Day

I sit here in his chair
Covered in cat hair and tears
With thanks to arrive overdue

Like all the things never paid me
He stepped in
Took my hand
In between his gentle fingers

Smiled so warm
The tiny hair on my arm
Singed
Every old doubt cringed

Where silence echoed
Now roars and the giggles
With the spontaneous
Dog pile

And embarrassed smiles
From the lady downstairs
That don't match my
Ear to ear grin

So I sit here in his chair
And know the truth
The mother of the man I love
Made him right