For Our Mom Who Gave Us Her All


Our Mom, with Janice and me,                                  Marsha, Yvonne, Keith, Jeannie, Kathy, Janice, Jimmy, Donny


To our dear mother, there is not another who could ever have taken your place.

Because of you, we are who we are— a reflection of your grace.

Your giving us all a mother could give, your sharing of all you could share,

Your trusting us, loving us, letting us go, with a box of food and a prayer

Has made the family what we are— a place of harmony.

And now we’d like to thank you Mom, for every memory.

Those times when Dad would tease you ’til you’d both break down in laughter.

Nothing was as sweet as all the smiles that broke out after!

Sunday chicken dinners, where you fried and fried and fried,

And then you only ate backs or wings; “I like those best!” you lied.

A dress to wear to a special dance— sewed smaller from one of your best,

Less and less in your wardrobe, as you kept five daughters dressed.

Ironing shirt after shirt after shirt as your three boys grew into men,

Only to see them wear them once, then back in the laundry again!

Rocking kids with ear-aches in the middle of the night,

Then starting your day without any sleep, at early morning light.

The costumes you made us for Halloween— the envy of all of our friends—

You stapled and painted, and braided and sewed from any old odds and ends!

Joining in endless games of cards, telling stories to our pals,

Made you the coolest mother around and filled our house with smiles.

Working hard with bobby pins and later on, wire rollers,

To give your girls all beautiful curls, while saving on hairdressing dollars.

Teaching us how to polka, and coaching us on our dancing

Helped every one of your kids save face— even with partners prancing!

Your lightning fast trip to emergency, to sew back your grand baby’s finger,*

With the digit chilled on a piece of ice is a memory that will linger!

For camping trips with giggling girls and bear-spooked little boys,

And letting your camper be filled with sand and grand kids’ shoes and toys!

We give you our love Mom and Grandma from the North, South, East, and West,

And so to you on Mothers Day we wish you all the best!

With love, from all of your children, grand children, and great grand children.

*My son Steven, who loves the piano, is especially thankful to Grandma for her high-speed race to the ER when, at age 2, he reached back from where he was riding on my hip, just as I slammed shut the heavy basement door behind us.

The most treasured gift I ever received on Mothers day was my daughter Carrie Ann. She was delivered two weeks early by an emergency C-section, (under general anesthetic)  less than an hour after I finished a  full course chicken dinner, at Mom’s house.(Shame on us kids that Mothers Day!) The unplanned C-section was due to a medical emergency which put a big question mark over the outcome, but our prayers were answered. Our baby girl grew into a beautiful young woman, a great blessing to us all. She is a terrific cook, like her Grandma, and her love of food preparation, from a very early age, led her to become a professional Chef and Pastry Chef. She will be cooking a delicious Mothers Day dinner for us today, but at my request it will not be chicken!

About Yvonne's Musings

Being the second of eight kids born in 11 years to my busy parents ultimately was a real advantage to me. I learned very early that if you wanted to be heard amidst all the noise the best way to accomplish it was to write your thoughts down. My first post to my mother," i hate skool. i cried at skool tooday!" was stuck with ABC chewing gum to the lid of the diaper pail, where I was certain that she would find it. Her attention quickly elicited in me a love of writing that has been life long. Seeking a wider audience I have decided to now, decades later, blog. Happy reading Mom! This is for you!

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