Beth Macy

I don't know if it was boyfriend or whatever.

And I called home to talk to her.

And she's a recently widowed person still, you know, struggling to pay her bills.

And she just wasn't very sympathetic.

So I don't have the letter I wrote, thank God, because I wouldn't want to read it.

But apparently I wrote quite an over-the-top mean letter saying that you should be supportive.

So that Friday I drove home in my really, really used VW Bug and I arrived home.

She worked second shift at the moment.

And she very kindly left me a crockpot full of chili.

She made the best chili.

And there was an Easter egg for me that she had bought from somebody at work.

It was a chocolate peanut butter Easter egg.

And this poem called An Easter Greening to My Mean Daughter.

Your nasty letter really hurt, but over it I've got.

I know you didn't mean it.

You know I care a lot.

And so at Easter time, let's try to nicen up a lot.

Remember, I'm your super mom and the only one you got.

And you are my special super kid, like which there is no other.

So happy Easter, Beth, from your bitchy, bitchy mother.