You’ve got to be cruel

To be kind

A mother with

Pent up anger

Because she received a

Mother’s Day card

A day late...

She repeats that she will

Give them a taste of their

Own medicine

She’ll forget their birthday

Because it will suit her

As they’ve made their bed

And laid in it

I hope she never has to deal 

With the pain of losing someone

Because a shitty card 

Is nowhere near as important

As someone’s life