Ruth Guest

Mother
I am not one
Lost mine and my mother-in-law
Father
Could not make my husband one
Lost mine and my father-in-law

Why does it matter
that I don’t fit in these boxes?
It shouldn’t
But the noise
In the world
Is difficult to ignore
When Hallmark cards with sugary sweet verses
Tell us most sincerely
That these particular labels most definitely matter

Why isn’t there a day
For those of us who are
simply trying to live the very best life we can
despite incalculable pain
despite the deepest grief
despite the tenderest of wounds

Perhaps there should be
days in the year to celebrate
Every
Single
Other
Physiological
Function.
Happy Respiration Day
Happy Digestion Day
Happy Skin Day
Can you imagine the outcry
from those who have issues with their lungs or their guts
or those with rashes,constantly scratching

Why can’t we just simply celebrate each other
every single day?
Not for a biological function
But for simply who we are