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Thursday, June 23, 2022

MY MOM

 
            FOR NINETY YEARS MY MOM LIVED
            SOUND OF MIND UNTIL SHE DIED
            SHE DID HER BEST TO BE HAPPY
            LOVE FOR HER CHILDREN WAS NOT DENIED

            SHE WAS A LOYAL CHURCH MEMBER
            SHE TAUGHT ME RIGHT FROM WRONG
            LOVED SINGING IN THE CHURCH CHOIR
            ENJOYED HYMNS AND GOSPEL SONGS

            SHORT OF STATURE SHE WAS
            AND I NEVER LET HER LIVE IT DOWN
            BY THE TIME I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL
            SHE WOULD LOOK UP AT ME AND FROWN

            MY MOM, SHE NEVER MET A STRANGER\        
            FOR HER TO BE SILENT WOULD BE A SHOCK
            IT WAS A JOKE IN OUR FAMILY
            SHE COULD HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH A ROCK

            SHE COULDN’T KEEP A SECRET
            NO MATTER HOW HARD SHE TRIED
            WE WOULD ALWAYS TRY TO TRICK HER
            FROM HER ANSWERS WE WOULD PRY

            MY MOM INVENTED THE WORD “WORRY”
            IT WAS SOMETHING THAT SHE DID BEST
            IF SHE RAN OUT OF THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT
            SHE’D CALL A NEIGHBOR IN DISTRESS

            SHE NEVER MISSED A GARAGE SALE
            THE CAR WOULD SKID TO A STOP
            OUT SHE’D GO, LITTLE LEGS CHURNING
            BECAUSE SHE JUST HAD TO SHOP

            FLOWERS WERE HER FAVORITE THINGS
            SHE USED TO WORK IN A FLOWER SHOP
            CRAFTING, DESIGNING, MAKING BOUQUETS
             ARTHRITIC FINGERS FORCED HER TO STOP

            MY MOM, SHE COULD HAVE A TEMPER
            GET HER MAD HER FACE BECAME BEET RED
            AND IF YOU DID SOMETHING REALLY BAD
            HER WOODEN PADDLE YOU WOULD DREAD

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