What Mommas Do

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This is going into the funeral folder for Saturday.


What Mommas Do

My momma taught me left from right, and right from wrong.
She soothed my hurts and cooked my meals and cleaned my clothes.
She loved me and I never had to wonder why.
Because that's what mommas do.

And Momma tried to fix the world sometimes
And make it safe for kids and dogs and flowers.
She loved me and I never had to wonder why.
Because that's what mommas do.

And whenever the night seems just too dark and lonely and long,
I remember when Momma was there to dry my eyes and wipe my nose.
She loved me and I never had to wonder why.
Because that's what mommas do.

And Momma taught me all of my rhymes.
And showed me that rainbows come from showers.
She loved me and I never had to wonder why.
Because that's what mommas do.

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It's lovely Erin,

Angharad's picture

I went to a funeral yesterday, a colleague of mine, but also someone's mother. Your poem wouldn't have been out of place there because it captures what mothers do for most of us.

Thanks for sharing with me.

Angharad

Angharad

Sweetly Sad

It's good that you have a way to channel it all.

That poem would make a nice song.

Nearly missed it ....

I have not been able to get on line for the last ten days or so Erin. Regained contact about 15 minutes ago. My first thought was to see what had been happening in this 'little world' that we owe to you.

And I am very glad I did. Your poem has a particular resonance fo me as I too have lost my mother.

So many heartfelt thanks for a simple appreciation so well expressed.

And my thoughts and good wishes with you at this time.

Hugs,

Fleurie

Fleurie