If you've tried candy and flowers to get back into the good graces of mom/wife-mother and all else fails, there is always a little Shakespeare...you can try it...may not work...but give it a whirl...YOU CAN'T MAKE THINGS ANY WORSE ANYWAY. My mom has been gone for 6 years now. Her great grand kids play with her necklaces and wear them the instant they come to visit. I can hear her though..."oh that is so cute..." and "careful, you'll break the string"...to "what are you doing to give kids something like this?" ... the many stages of motherly love and guilt. .... YOU NEVER CALL! Anyway, a year or so before she passed I wasn't so hot at calling her. I did a bad job of it I confess. I called her on Mother's Day and she pretended not to recognize my voice and when I told her who I was she said that she hadn't heard from me in years so she assumed I was dead. My mom used to carry guilt around to deal out like it was a deck of cards with all aces of spades.
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single and thine image dies with thee.
