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" Do you Remember Mama? " I came first in a series of four_ Had you known who was knocking you may not have answered the door. Do you remember Mama? I remember when I was little you held me so tight, Also the hours we sat on the bank waiting for fish that didn't bite. Do you remember Mama? I remember you spreading sliced apples on a sheet of tin. I remember trying to catch a duck legged hen. Do you remember Mama? I remember you turning milk into butter, Washing the grime from ol'Bossy's Udder. Do you remember Mama? I remember the chocolate pies you use to make. The tea cakes and sand tarts you use to bake. Do you remember Mama? I remember the flower seeds you use to sow _ You caught me looking at my bosom and you said "Don't worry they'll Grow." Do you remember Mama? I remember kids telling me what a pretty Mama I had. I was so embarrassed but secretly glad. Do you remember Mama? I remember a man trying to proposi- tion you by the side of the road. I remember you showed me how to make a house for a toad. Do you remember Mama? I remember you bribing me to take Castor Oil, Using string to pull the core from an ugly boil. Do you remember Mama? I remember your encounter with my piano teacher, Old Mr. Penn. I knew on that day I had a true Friend. Do you remember Mama? I remember riding my horses and Lassie jumping the fence_ I remember you letting me sleep with Danny Boy and Prince. I don't remember being as happy since. Do you remember Mama? I could go on remembering over the Span of years_ But to do so would reduce me to tears. I sometimes wonder what happened to that pretty woman and that skinny little tow-headed kid. All the wondrous things they said and did. Love rides a pale horse far into the night, But one must grow old to appreciate what was right. All these little remembrances are so precious to me_ I go back to them often in an attempt to set my soul free. We get so caught up in every day caring_ We forget how wonderful it was just sharing. by Mary S. Hymel Copyright © 1982-2001 All rights reserved Written for my Mama Henrietta Strickland Mothers Day 1982 |
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