I left the laptop, just for a minute or two,
to let the cats out and make the first
cup of tea of this morning. I looked out
at the sunshine, perky daffodils
and drooping snowdrops
gathered at the end of the garden,
smiled to myself, and then,
from the laptop’s scrolling photo display,
a matching smile beamed back,
a sad reminder that it’s Mothering Sunday.
Now I wait, passing time with poetry,
for another smile to brighten up my screen
across the distance of this self-isolation
to say ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ to me.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd March 2020
A poem to share at the Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry