Momma's Wheelchair
Another glorious morning
making oatmeal
and then momma asked,
where is my wheelchair?
Oh no! Did I dare?
with a big wide stare!!
I think, I think, I lost
momma's wheelchair
Did I take it to Kindred?
I asked instead
I do remember seeing it
next to your bed
Momma shook her head,
with a look, "I'm dead"
Can someone please, please
help me find momma's chair?
It was silver and blue at my last sight
I think I saw Tweety bird
passing that night.
Probably rolling down the halls
taunting that old putty cat!!!
Oh where, oh where is that
Tweety bird at?
you better bring
momma's wheelchair back!!!
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
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