Poem: Mom
By Jim McDonald
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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