for all the mothers.

i have a mom.
mmhmm.
you have a mom, too.
we all do.
it's kind of a rule.
now,
that's a real thing. y'know?
we come from moms.
that's how it's done, after all.
beyond that,
you can apply whatever adjectives you feel are necessary to add to the title-
descriptors, qualifiers, pejoratives and the like-
but you've got one.
and today is the day for all of them.
so, happy mothers' day, all you muthas.
yeah.
that's it.
i'm sure there are lots of brunches and sh!t going on around here,

but right here,
in the woodsly goodness,
at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
i'm thinking about my ma while i prepare for another 'nother day
of dubiously indeterminate doo-doo buttery tatzappin' crap-slaps,
and that makes me hungry for panniecakes.
hmmm?
yep.
flapjacks and thoughts of my hardworkin' mama-
fuel for hearts and minds an' that, really.
she's still working the hardest of anybody i know,
at a job she may or may not even like, plus a whole other other job,
and the taking care of business at home.
ka-boom.
so,
this is dedicated to my dear sweet sainted mother
a sicilian smokestackin' mt. etna of strega strength and volcanic virtues.
check the teleport:

awwwwww.
it'd be nice if she was nearby,
but since she's down in the dolorous doldrums of connecticut,
i'm tippin' back the real maple syrup in tribute to all the long days
longer nights, hard styles, and rough times my sisters and i put her through.
word up.
heart-shapes because i love her,
and pancakes because i got out of work after the bakery was closed,
so toasted bread wasn't an option on this sunny sunday morning..
hahahahaha.
so,
if you're keeping track-
i made fancy griddlers for my lonesome self.
and i sent my ma a picture of 'em.
huh?
what?!
oh,
well, yeah, i guess i might be kind of an A*-hole.
but if that's a thing,
then i'm an A*-hole with a sated appetite for affectionate confections.
yup.
*
neighbors,
call your ma.
if she's not here, send out your best and brightest heartfelt thanks
into the ethereal ephemera, live and direct,
to the secret universal echoes of her infinite energy.
without her, there'd be no you,
and that's some serious sh!t,
no matter how you pinch it;
never quiet, never soft.....