I don’t like Mother’s Day. As a single female with no kids, it’s the one day of the year I’m reminded, well, of that. Publicly. In the church where I used to go, they’d have a big celebration for Mothers. And give them a single red rose, or carnation. Guess who didn’t get one? Well that is, until finally someone in the church, probably somebody like me, said “hey! This sucks.” And I started being included. But I still didn’t really belong to the club. It’s an odd world for a single woman with no kids. Other people have to find things to ask you about since they can’t ask the normal things. How are your kids? Husband? House remodeling? All the things women love to talk, or complain-brag about, are off the table. So you have to give them things to talk about: an alternate identity as it were. “I’m a traveler. A scuba diver. A photographer. A violinist.” Whatever it is, you have to give them something to ease their plain discomf...
I really, really love you. You make me feel like a million dollars. Like the sun couldn't come up in the morning If it weren't for me. You tell me I'm beautiful, And your eyes light up. If I can't make the sun come up, At least I can make your eyes shine. When I'm around you, I feel confident Like I can change my world. I feel like what I do is really important Even if it is nothing. I could sit and watch TV all day And still be special. And then you're gone. I don't have the power anymore To make the sun come up in your eyes. My world begins to change me. And when I watch TV all day long I am now lazy. Someday, I'll realize It's not you who gives me the power To make the sun come up in your eyes. It's not you who gives me light to shed On a tired world. It's not you who makes me worthy to live It's me. Somehow when I love you I open up ...