A Mothers Day Poem

I know it is early but I want to post this now, Dad if you are reading this, make sure mom sees it on mothers day (dont want to ruin the surprise)

Mother
For as long  as I can remember, you have smelled like home
Like watercolors and elmers glue,
like the acrid smell of hair chemicals,
And the familiar smell of old pillows and comforters.
Like the warm, salty santa ana winds
That blew in through the house
And out through your hair dryer.

Every bloody and dirty wound saw your painful antiseptic
And your comforting bandaid;
Every sunburn felt the oozing cold of aloe,
And every night there was a story to tell,
As we, with wide eyes would listen for what happens next
What does the new chapter hold?
What new danger will they face?
Will they be able to escape the temple of Toco Rey?
Will they escape from the dragons throat?
Will Jack be able to slay the giants,
Like he did last week?
Will they be able to hold on much longer,
Or will the story turn into mumblings about the workweek,
About real life, subconsciously interjected into fantasy,
By the half asleep dad.
And you would gracefully take over reading,
And continue with some innocent euphemisms:
“and then he got her good” instead of
“and then he cut off her head.”

But there were some things we did not need
To know about yet. Those things take time.
They were not for the days of the wind
Filled with the sea taste of the ever present beach.

Your lap was the best pillow,
Your arms the most comfortable couch,
Your prayers, the best assurance.
You are my mother

Happy Mothers Day!