This poem is in progress. I would enjoy hearing your thoughts on this one.
PRECIOUS MOMENTS
(From My Youth)
In memory of my Mother
I write this little poem
On how she nurtured all us kids
And made our house “feel” home
There were many happy moments
When we’d sit on the swing
I’d ask for all my favorite songs
While urging her to sing
And she’d sing those old-time ditties
That so amused us all
We’d ask to hear them many times
When we were very small
Other poignant memories
That I would never trade
Are Sunday noon’s family fun
And countless games we played
We learned to be good losers
But gracious winners, too
That quarreling settled nothing
Advice we all found true
She gave us all a chance to win
And when the games were done
We made fudge or “skillet candy”
While sharing kitchen fun
She laughed with us, and cried with us
And shared our childish woes
With big doses of sage advice
That a wise mother knows
08-31-09 Poem in Progress
Phyllis Adair DeWitt-VanVleck
