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| Oh it's not easy to be a mother to my boy Steven and his brother
To michala and her sister too, so this is the tale I will tell to you Some say I'm lucky and this is so but sometimes I want to just pack and go The boys are naughty the girls are worse I guess this is a mother's curse Steven is ill and Tracey too and Robbie has just put the dog down the loo Michala is off out with boys galore and I have to wait up to open the door My first born child and I love her so, then why do I keep telling her to go She's lazy unkempt and incredibly slack, maybe she needs a really good smack she's now well into her teenage years and going through countless love affairs She has that I don't care attitude, more often abrupt and terribly rude Tracey's a darling and can be so good but sometimes I seem tobe talking to wood She's trying her sister's ways you see, but Two of a kind they could never be sweet 16 and very shy to army cadets she wants to fly Steven is clever pretends to be good who would blame HIM? no-one could So angelic and quiet and crafty and sly when he tells us it's rob who made the pigsty Robert the mischief and easily led when steve tells him "pour cream on the bed" Steve gets him to do whatever he says but it's always Robbie who finally pays My boys are twins and that can be hell 'cos when they're quiet I hear a warning bell they're up to no good again I'm sure, when I slip on an egg on the kitchen floor The dog's bowl is full of sugar and flour lets add some vinegar make it taste sour So off to their room with a smack on the hand and Steve flicks rob with a rubber band The screaming goes through me once more I am lue another harsh word or two they're due But as I look into their big blue eyes, I hug them and love them my anger just dies when the day is over and they're all asleepot's an image for ever I want to keep They look just like angels tucked up so sweet I'm lucky to have them I'm ready to weep And when I'm real low and they cling to my breast with tears in my eyes I can finally rest Cos they hug me and kiss me and talk of love too, I'd never trade places with any of you |
| A Mothers Lament |
| Chelsea
Five years ago god looked down from above And blessed me by sending a grandchild to love It's hard to describe this feeling in me When my daughter announced "I'm a mother to be" That maternale feeling awakened in me Through tears in my eyes this wonder to see The most beautiful child born on this earth I felt so priveleged to be at her birth this miracle born made me feel so proud So perfect and healthy and so very loud Chelsea my angel I love you so much You bring pleasure to all who you tenderly touch Your first smile and step we looked for with glee Why we adored you was easy to see One day out of the blue, your mum was so happy when she could dispose of your very last nappy You started in pre-school and took your packed lunch You're just like a flower, The pick of the bunch Your silky blond hair makes sunlight look dim Agorgeous young lady so smart and so prim I wonder what fortunes your life holds in store As you giggle and frolic upon the sea shore And when you are grown I hope you will see First hand , the miracle you were to me |
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| WHO WILL TAKE GRANDMA?
who will take grandma? who will it be? all of us want her I'm sure you'll agree let us call a meeting lets gather the clan we'll all get it settled as soon as we can. strange how we thought she would never wear out but look how she walks arthritis no doubt her eyesight is failing her memory dim she's apt to insist on the silliest whim when people get older they become such a care she must have a home but the question is where? remember the days when she used to be spry? baked her own cookies and made her own pies helped us with lessons and mended our seams kissed away troubles and tended our dreams wonderful grandma we all loved her so isn't it dreadful she has no place to go one little corner is all she would need a shoulder to cry on a bible to read a chair by the window the sun shining through some pretty spring flowers still covered in dew who'll warm her with love so she wont mind the cold oh who will take grandma now that she's old what? nobody wants her? oh yes there is one willing to give her a place in the sun where she wont have to worry or wonder or doubt and it wont be a problem to bother about pretty soon now GOD will give her a bed but who'll dry our tears when grandma is dead? |
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