Mom had pockets

Some people have mothers that collect lockets.

Some mothers fantasize about high powered rockets.

But what my mother loved was pockets.

And not just any ones.
They had to be big enough to hold a Kleenex, keys, Certs, and maybe some buns.

Not just pockets on shirts,
but on pants, shorts, bathing suits, and even skirts.

In her pockets we would sometimes find
lint balls, cough drops, and maybe an old orange rind.

I sure do love my Mom and all her pockets.
They’re better than any rocket or locket. 

On Mom’s birthday…  In memory of stale graham crackers pulled from pockets to satisfy a growling stomach…

Your loving daughters

Illustrations by Holly, the other beloved daughter

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