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Array ( [sid] => 20595 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => There is Nothing a Mamaw Can't do [time] => 2003-07-17 23:05:00 [hometext] => Hear good music.... visit mp3.com/monday_in_london [bodytext] => Today is your lucky day.
Youv'e slept the morning away
but your breakfast is prepared.
You'll never stop calling me Mamaw
I thought I taught you, I'm Grandma.
The first-born grandson who dared.
Words came from a boisterous woman
whom I love very much.
A Bible thumper with the gentlest touch.
She'll tell you how it is and leave nothing spared.
With a hug only described as loves suffocating embrace.
Each practice hair cut was like a scissor chase.
Through all these little sayings and deeds
I've never doubted she cared.
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There is Nothing a Mamaw Can't do

Contributed by eyesrustedshut on Thursday, 17th July 2003 @ 11:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

Today is your lucky day.
Youv'e slept the morning away
but your breakfast is prepared.
You'll never stop calling me Mamaw
I thought I taught you, I'm Grandma.
The first-born grandson who dared.
Words came from a boisterous woman
whom I love very much.
A Bible thumper with the gentlest touch.
She'll tell you how it is and leave nothing spared.
With a hug only described as loves suffocating embrace.
Each practice hair cut was like a scissor chase.
Through all these little sayings and deeds
I've never doubted she cared.

Copyright © eyesrustedshut ... [ 2003-07-17 23:05:00]
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Re: There is Nothing a Mamaw Can't do (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Tuesday, 12th August 2003 @ 11:02:45 AM AEST
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your poem is a delight
-------------------------------
a grandma is a special thing
too bad, mine was such a ding,
but i can see from present day
how love is thrown to her, i'd say.

I'm the grandpa of today's grandma

Re: There is Nothing a Mamaw Can't do (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 8th September 2003 @ 11:36:43 AM AEST
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That how I feel about mine. Good poem.
Kimmie_mac

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