The Mommy Mafia Code

Instead of saluting invisible demigods and creatures
Praise the one that cooks dinner and helps with homework
Forget the Godfather and say hello to the Godmother
Maternal love is the kind of love
No one can understand
Unless they know the secret handshake
And can sing the theme song in tune
Honoring your mother daily is the best way
To avoid getting hit upside the head
Remember she might kneed dough well
But her right hook is more of a lethal weapon
Resorts to fisticuffs rarely and only does
When she, or one of her kids, gets hurts
If that happens, run in the other direction
Avoid her when she appears in full Rambo regalia
Carrying a gigantic hunting knife and a smile
Never shrug off a woman, especially a mother,
Fighting off her scorn
More than a weekend warrior pretending to fight
Battling snake oil salesmen and con artists regularly
Burning her naivety away like feminists scorching their bras
Erasing the need for a strapping prince to gallop to the rescue
June Cleaver is persona non-grata in her universe
Kindness rises and falls like half baked bread
Suffering from a missing ingredient
A good mother fears nothing and admits to some fallibility
Wielding a rolling pin or a baseball bat without distinction
Remember to kiss her ring, and her feet
Unless you want to be part of her baker's dozen
Run away if there are any available escape routes
Those lucky ones should revere their mothers, or else
Back to the prison bread box
This time for life.