Whose Day?

We carry them to term
give birth, nurture, protect
teach and love our progeny.
This primal animal instinct 
is imprinted into our genes
our function compelled by
Nature by which survival
of the species is assured.
That primary function has
been left to enterprising interests
to sanctify as a guaranteed
commercial success story by
imbuing motherhood as a
hallowed fundamental second
to none. A pro forma social
occasion all must dutifully
surrender to, risking otherwise
appearing an ungrateful savage.
Let's hope there exists a plentiful
number of women for whom the
day is just another, who prefer
the daily regard they are subject
to, laughing off the staged
insincere manipulation commerce
forces in recognition of 
motherhood, redundant to
the expression of love, trust
and authentic appreciation sans
exchange of coin for profit.