Happy Mother’s Day

A modest stardom, her opera’s at home:
a yam-ham Pampers rhapsody.
Part shopper, mopper, mad horse
stopper, she tames the yard,
shreds the reams, a poet trapped
at Pharaoh’s hamper.
Part Sappho, Martha, meat roast hero,
she hears her dream team’s
yes-ma story. Past the prom, her moat
has ears: a store-shot mayday,
trash-hop tears.
Some say Harpy, some Earth-smart.
Say she has a homemade heart.
Yet others storm her hope-short days.
Adore her. Shore her. Pray she stays.