Dear Mom,

There is a spot that you can’t scratch. Right between your shoulder blades, like an egg that just won’t hatch. Here you set and there it stays. Turn and squirm and try to reach it, twist your neck and bend your back, hear your elbows creak and crack, stretch your fingers. Now you bet it’s going to reach –no that won’t get it-. Hold your breathe and stretch and pray, only just an inch away. Worse than a sunbeam you can’t catch is that one spot you can’t scratch.
Well, dear mommy on this mother’s day and on any other days, just call me and I will scratch the itch for you.