When me prayers were poorly said,
Who took me from me wittle bed,
And spank me til me ass was red?
Who took me from me cozy cot,
And laid me on the ice-cold pot,
And made me pee when me could not?
And when the morning light had come,
And in me bed me dribble some,
Who wiped me tiny wittle bum?
Who me hair so gently part,
And hugged me gently to her heart,
And sometimes squeeze, til I fart?
Who looked at me with eyebrows knit,
And dern near threw a fit,
When in me Sunday pants, me shit?
And at night when her bed did squeak,
and me raised me head to have a peek,
who yelled at me to go to sleep?
Me Fadder !!!
Growing up, my mom had her own version of the first two verses of this poem that she loved to recite.
|Dressing up as a princess |
with great granddaughter Sophia - 2007
|Still beautiful in 2007 at age 87|
Miss you, mom. Love you!
Happy Mother's Day to all.