Poem: Mom

Poem: Mom

By Jim McDonald

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From left to right; my youngest son Billy, my oldest son Jamie and my mom (Grace).

 

never called her mommy

never called her mother

never called her Grace

just mom

 

she cleaned my hurts

with iodine and tissue

dressed with band aides

covered with love

 

loved me with smiles

loved me with hugs

loved me with food

loved me with spankings

 

my best chauffeur

my best teacher

my best friend

my best person

 

never yelled at her

never stole from her

never hurt her

so I thought

 

I never understood

till I was dad

all the work

she loved me with

 

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