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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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