We’re not mean people. Really. It’s a badge of honour if we are able to express ourselves in a card in such a way that turns on the water works. She cries. We cry. It’s a whole girl thing.
In this competition, I’m dead last. Yes, I fancy myself a writer. But I’m horrible at expressing my feelings, either verbally or through the written communication of a greeting card. I’m all, yeah, I “L” you and everything, but do we really need to, you know, talk about it? I prefer to show my affection for people through inappropriate jokes and the occasional high-five.
I wasn’t always this emotionally stunted. When I was in grade four I used to write a lot of poetry, and my mom loved it sooooo much, I made her a book of it for Mother’s Day. I’d like to share with you the opening poem, written especially for my mom. It’s over 20 years old, but the sentiment is the same.
~ by Sarah Gignac, Age 8
You are a really great mom,
The best one around!
I would not trade you,
For #2, if it’s found.
You’re always there,
When I’m hurt.
You’re the only one,
That will clean the dirt!
You never show,
A nasty frown.
You’re always as happy,
As a clown.
Happy Mother’s Day to you,
There, I said it, now I’m done.
So how about getting out of bed,
And coooking breakfast for everyone!
Happy Mother’s Day, mom! I love you.
Now, where’s my breakfast?!?!
“Me and Mom” © the Gignac family album