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I Remember Mama
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katt
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Friday, 12th May 2006 @ 09:35:24 PM in AEST
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I remember mama was the first one up
Rooster crowing under the house closeup
Eggs, sausage and biscuits I could smell
Mama cooking using water drawn from the well
Each of us stumble sleepily to the kitchen table
Mama made enough food so to work we would be able
Bonnetts and burlap cotton sacks she made for us
Ready for work then to the cottonfield without a fuss
Mama boiled our clothes in a big washpot over a fire
And her fingers bled from scrubbing but she did not retire
Mama made mistakes and her kids were whisked away
And though it hurts I still say, "Mama, Happy Mother's Day".
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Re: I Remember Mama
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by sadaddy on
Friday, 12th May 2006 @ 10:43:21 PM AEST
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Katt, this is a beautifully written poem with a dash of saddness. May God bless you and your on Mother's Day.
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Re: I Remember Mama
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by Lo2681 on
Friday, 12th May 2006 @ 11:05:55 PM AEST
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| Very nice write. Mother's are just people too:) |
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Re: I Remember Mama
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by Elizabeth_Dandy on
Saturday, 13th May 2006 @ 08:52:11 AM AEST
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Yes Katt, this is a beautiful description of the heroism mothers practice who are not even fully appreciated while bringing their daily sacrifices, hardly observed.
How much we can learn from these words.
Thanks for sharing them with us.
Blessings
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Re: I Remember Mama
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by lovingcritters on
Monday, 15th May 2006 @ 02:23:13 PM AEST
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Oh Katt dear what a heartwrenching poem here! My mother was very evil, and in those days no one knew of such abusive ways. She nearly killed (stangled) so many times, she shut me up in the dark basement, and bathroom many many times. I should hate her, but I don't, she's the only mother I've got! And likewise Katt you only have one real mother.........and although mine is dead now, I still think of her on Mother's Day and wish her well!
This was a beautifully written poem, lived through tears of times past.........but don't apologize dear............she'll always be your Mother, she alone!
Warm love, and big hugs for you too!
and thank you for having the courage to share this with us!
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