I have my mom’s chair. She was always sitting in it.
Talking to one of us kid’s, or a grand kid or a neighbor kid, etc, etc. while she was doing her thang!
Here is a poem for my mom.
She had 8, of her own
until they all flew
one by one, like they all do
“She musta been nuts!” THEY would say
“to have all those kids and no way to pay”
But if they really knew
“A dozen”, she said, was in her head,
And she tried, and tried, she said she lost a few early on
Imagine 10, “COME ON MOM!
but her body quit, but not her heart
And God is crafty, OH! is he
for my blood brothers,
and sisters for that matter
are not the only siblings she gave to meÂ
‘A dozen’ HA!
EVERYBODY called her ‘Ma’!
Ed and Randy, Mikey Punch, Lee Meyer, Cliffy Schmidt…………….
THEY would say, ” he won’t talk, he’s just a dumb kid,”
she didn’t give a s@#$%, and you better believe they did!
“Watch your mouth” she would have to say,
over the rim of her glasses “or I’ll give you  a pinch!”
“Be nice too”, that was her goal, she was so wise
talking to kid’s, for her, was a cinch
then, she’d finish with a say, I still hear it to this day
“so you’ll know what to do, when I’m gone away”
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