by Cheryl Burger

Created on: February 06, 2009

On Mothers!

When I reflect back and think of my mother

she was hardly there and I think, then I shutter!

She was not domestic, or abusive, mostly tired,

I know, for I would wait up for her, until all of late hours.

She smelled of her perfume, and strong detergent,

one ruled out the other, but the former was stronger.

Her hands were all sore as I rubbed them so lightly

and placed that white cream to ease her pain nightly.

She scrubbed those tables for the health department

would not close up that bar room tightly.

This was her way of helping out daddy to get

us school books and nice things and clean white tighties.

I could tell by the way she looked at me sometimes,

she wondered if I would be like her, and almost like frightfully.

I could tell that she wanted more for her oldest of girls,

and gave me the reign over the other two girls!

Even though they were younger, they were not that much so,

we still got in sisterly fights, and had the same friends and some foes.

But they knew that with me, they did not mess with our mom

I was her watch dog from dusk until dawn!

So it had to be important for you to wake her from sleep

or you had to put up with me and my fits, because I was

not going to let my mom be tired at night, she needed her sleep!

She is my hero, and has done so much for me,

by allowing me to grow, and most to let me,.... be just me!

Thanks mom, and as far as mother's go, your right on mother,

really you are, and as I grow older and wiser, I love you even more.

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