This is a poem by Deborah McLaughlin and
this was written on Mother's Day,
and it's called "Motherhood":  Newspaper ink
dyes my fingers/ Good news and bad stain
alike/  Black and pungent insistence/ Truth
at my fingertips./ The rub that resists
removal./ Every situation has a right to
be./ Harder to see are the stains I leave./
Good news and bad bear my prints./ How
I've aided fought, ignored, and condoned;/
Mother to it all./ Front page to back/
every headline whispers complicity/
mirrors my whorl on the world."
Debbi described this as, "Here's my Mother's
Day poetic riff on a line from a
teaching by the Dalai Lama," which is
"Every situation has right to be."
 
