This is the day I am supposed
to honor my mother
but I am torn as to which mother
I should pay tribute, or is it
both or possibly neither.
One carried me, bore me
into life and departed,
for my good, for hers and
the grave has sworn her to silence.
Is it the woman who
adopted me, I her only
until her new husband
gave her two of her own
and I was the extra, the spare,
the five percent according
to her last will, just an almost.
I will ponder this until
at midnight the clock will
resolve the issue for me.