I am an extended family member. I am the godmother of a fine young man. I am the mother of hundreds of poems. It is mother's day. I just read a post by Britt Bravo on BlogHer, that shares the historical significance of mother's day being established as a protest against the Civil War. It's not surprising that mothers were and still are standing up for peace. I don't know anyone who would willingly sacrifice his or her son or daughter to war. Perhaps I am naive. The 1870 proclamation by Julia Ward Howe can be found on the Code Pink Website:
Back to my poems, many of which have come of age. It's time for them to leave the nest.