An ode to Mothers

These are two poems from my grandmothers; the first is from my grandmother on my mom's side,and it is a lymric that she used to say to my mom alot. And the second is from my grandmother on my dad's side, and she wrote this poem in honor of her mother.

1. Me Mudder

Who took me from me cozy cot
and put me on that cold, cold pot
and made me pee when me could not?
Me Mudder

And when me prayers were poorly said,
who tucked me in me widdle bed
and spanked me 'til me ass turned red?
Me Mudder

And when the morning light would come
and in me crib me dribbled some
who wiped me tiny widdle bum?
Me Mudder

Who looked at me wiff eyebrows drooped
and screamed and yelled 'til she had croup
'cause in me Sunday pants me pooped?
Me Mudder

Who would me hair so neatly part
and hug me gently to her heart
and sometimes squeeze me 'til me fart?
Me Mudder


2. That Age Will Never Dim

You can tell she’s older now,
Her hair is turning gray,
And her cheeks are not as rosy
As upon her wedding day.

But there’s a light within her eyes
That age will never dim,
The love that dwells within her heart
Reflects itself in them.

A maiden fair she must have been
For still those loving smiles
Reveal a mature pure and sweet
Unspoiled by weary miles.

A person who could equal her
I’ve never seen another,
And if you know her you’d agree,
You see, she is my mother!