Mothers
Dolores E. Reed
AAAaaaahhh, what name do
we call our Mother..
well it might be
ma,mama,mommy,
muder,mother or umi..
it really doesnt matter
because it
is all
the same.
Can you remember when your
mother kissed your scraped knee,
wiped your runny nose,
put vaseline..oops!
I meant margarine,lard,
or dixie peach
on your ashy face or
maybe a little spit
put lovingly on your beautiful lips.
Oh, yeah you remember.
Or the times
when you
had those bad colds.
And your Mother gave you
that good ole
tasting Castor Oil,
Father Johns, Turpentine with sugar
on a warm
spoon,
made you drink Asfezeta
and then you wore
a Asfezeta gauze necklace
for
the
winter.
I betcha you remember
when your tooth fell out
and your Mother put
it under the pillow
to wait for the quote
unquote tooth fairy
to bring you the great
amount of nickel, dime or
quarter depending on
the size of the tooth.
Broke up fights
in the playground,
spent some or all
of the rent
money
just to buy YOU a pair of shoes.
Well the shoes they could have
come from S.Kleins
on the Square doncha know,
or Orbachs, Kresges,
Hahnes,
Buster
Browns, Shoe Rite,
good ole Woolworths or Mc Corys.
Oh yeah you remember.
She has preserved all the memories
in her children those
everlasting
images of pride,
encouraging her childrens
imagination for courageous
thinking,
telling us what is right and wrong,
guiding our feet,
showering us with
unconditional love
that will sustain our spirits,
enriching our lives,
opening our hearts, keeping us strong
and saying its gonna be alright.
The mothers who have
withstood pain and indignity,
suffering, sacrifice for the
good of her children.
A mother wears many hats
and plays many roles.
And do
you know what?
We have seen those many roles
as the giver of life,
spiritual
anchor, disciplinarian,
wise teacher,
provider and comforter, an image
of
beauty and strength
in and out, she has the beauty
a loving surrogate
who
has nurtured others as well
and finally keeper of
the flame a climber
of an
up hill battle of just being,
ma, mama, mommy, muder,
mother or umi.
She is
your daughetr, your sister,
you aunt, my aunt,
your friend, your neighbor,
but above all
she is and will always be your Mother.
