on Mother’s Day I will make my own coffee the way that I like it a doe-like shade of beige read a book uninterrupted in the unbreached cocoon of bed listen to the faint soundtrack of the movie you’re watching from afar listen to the squabbles downstairs and not intervene and hope that you are fed and know you are likely scavenging light a candle play my songs put on an eye mask not wait for breakfast and handmade trinkets to be presented in a flurry of pride instead I will sink into the long-awaited version of myself that with the dog a silent sentinel indulges in the luxury of going back to sleep
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Yes! Deservedly so. Happy Mother’s day 🥰