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Moederdag minder populair
In het kader van de verregaande individualisering wordt moederdag ook geslachtofferd. Steeds minder mensen vinden het belangrijk hun moeder extra is het zonnetje te zetten. Dat zel wel weer "gedoe" zijn en niet passen in het drukke schema.
Zoals elke tweede zondag in mei worden ook vandaag weer miljoenen Nederlandse moeders getrakteerd op ontbijt op bed, bloemetjes, knip- en plakwerkjes en cadeautjes. De animo voor het vieren van de dag loopt echter al enkele jaren terug, zo blijkt uit gegevens van onderzoeksbureau Q&A Research & Consultancy. Van alle Nederlanders is dit jaar 62,4 procent van plan hun moeder op zondag eens goed in de schijnwerpers te zetten. In 2010 was dat nog 65,2 procent
Voor al die moeder die in de steek worden gelaten door hun eigen kinderen het volgende gedicht:
Diamonds (A poem from a mother on Mother’s Day)
An hour of solitude, a moment of peace
The luxuries of a mother’s life,
But it’s your chaos that I love the most.
Not the same old box of chocolates,
Not some flowers killed in a bouquet,
I want something unique on my day.
It took me months to shape you up
It will take me years to mould you up
Be creative my darlings, ask daddy to help.
Lovely it should be, your work there should be
I shoo the kids out, as I get back to work,
They vanish with dad till the sun says night.
“For the world’s best momâ€, they scream in unison,
“Be dazzled, be surprised, and be shocked,
It’s your best friend we brought homeâ€
A tiny little hand covers my face
A loud giggle echoes in my ears
A cold little metal touches my fingers.
“A diamond ring is forever,
Our love for you is foreverâ€,
They sing and they dance, make merry for a while.
“Do you like it mommyâ€, they later stop to ask
“Yes, my love†was what the heart wanted to say,
His sweet innocence muddied in blood and sweat
His growling stomach searching for a stone
An innocent victim of an organized crime.
No shoes to cover his tiny feet
Nor does he have a hard hat for his head
Gloves and flashlights don’t guide him to safety.
Soccer and school unknown to him,
Death and despair surround his life,
He grows in a land where he is sold for food.
Soldiers by day and smuggler by night,
Killing was a game, lives of others trivial
Merciless masters, they throw him in a mine
Mother Nature trembles under atrocities,
Landslides, mudslides are a regular fare
Buried alive he might be, but does the world care?
Majestic mountains and lush valleys
Miles and miles of farming land
All is lost, shall never be replaced.
Shed lives and loves they will,
Mining for a rock of shame
All for some woman’s two minutes to fame.
They stare at me with tears in their eyes,
He stands at the door with a sullen face.
That’s not all my darlings, I tell them more.
Smugglers trade weapons for rocks
They got a bigger power game to play
The war never ends so do the war crimes.
Childless mothers and motherless children
The cycle continues, and the circle widens
All for a glowing form of a carbon dark.
Plant a tree in a distant land
Adopt an animal losing habitats
Spend the money, but make it count.
It’s mother’s day darlings,
Make us mommies proud,
Wipe a tear, feed a mouth, show that you care.
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