For Mater

her mailbox
leans into the honeysuckle
rusted and empty
-Garry Gay

Perhaps my dear Mater pondered the above thought today.
Spouse and I just received a delightful package from her, in fact one of three proposed Christmas packages that she has recently posted. Today is her birthday and I sent absolutely nothing to honour it.
So this day, instead of making light fun of her poor sense of direction, or writing about how she often mishears my speech on the phone, I will simply wish her a happy birthday and attempt to compose a Mater's-Shoes-like poem a little later on.