My Mom
"I shall be telling this with a sigh"
Robert Frost
As a youth I must admit
I was careless as could be
my Mom would get so flustered
trying to get through to me.
Whether I would run or jump
or maybe climb up in a tree
"If you break a leg, she'd warn me,
don't come running home to me!"
When I got into trouble
it was for sure I'd have to pay
"Just wait until your dad comes home"
is what she would always say!
When I was in a hurry
and forgot to close the door
"Do you live in a barn?" She'd ask
then I'd get the old "what-for"!
Yea, Mom had her hairy moments
which I admit, I caused a few.
She said I helped her hair turn gray
as I think back - I guess that's true!
Sorry Mom - God bless.
Copyright © Ralph Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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