A Remembrance For Mother

Mother is a precious name
And I don't mean maybe;
The first time she looked at you
She thought there's the world's prettiest baby.

Mother was here when you
Let out a loud bawl,
And she was watching
When you started to crawl.

Mother heard your first word
When you started to talk
And she was right there
When you started to walk.

When you skinned a knee or bumped a toe
On something you should miss,
Mother was there to bandage it up
And to stop it hurting with a kiss.

Soon you grew up
To be a big lad
Then you realize that
Mother's the best pal you ever had.

You can look all over
There is no other
Who can take the place
Of your dear Mother.

For Mothers should be remembered
Because they are so dear;
Not just once
But every day of the year.

*****

Dad seemed to have been quite fond of his little sister, Allene, and Lizzie, his mother, but never spent much time with either of them. By the time I came along, both of my grandmothers were widows. Since Allene stayed in Cincinnati, she apparently lived with and took care of my grandmother. Harry also stayed in Cincinnati and eventually all three of Lizzie's surviving children married, although only my Dad had any children, the one he abandoned and me.

So even though Lizzie had five children, only three survived as I noted in the March 3 rd blog, "More Than My Share." I've had two daughters, but the White name on Julius and Lizzie's side of the family will end with me.