MAMA NEVER COMPLAINED
Dedicated to Valerie
My dear Mama never complained
Even when she broke her right arm.
She struggled to iron; such harm.
Should have had X-rays but refrained.
She worked so hard, I remember.
Papa left daily, just on dawn.
She rose early to mow lawn
Except in scorching December.
That was always holiday time.
The grass was dry from blazing sun.
It prickled feet; we had to run.
No matter, we were in our prime.
We so much loved those holidays,
Surfing at different beaches.
But the bugs were bad; oh, those flies!
Nearby were swamps full of leeches.
'Twas Mama's break from cooking meals
Some nights Papa bought fish and chips.
That was when you could hear our squeals.
Papa warned us , "Button your lips."
We mostly went for just two weeks
Mama pasted cream on our faces
She wanted not to burn our cheeks
She ensured there were no spaces.
To this day I am so grateful
That Papa is near his angel
And every year on Father's Day
In their honor to both I pray.
June 16, 2024
A/N This poem would be appropriate reading for Mother's or Father's Day but
be prepared as you might find it tearful.
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MAMA NEVER COMPLAINED
PoetryThis ballad style ode to my Mama is autobiographical and heartfelt. It could be preferred reading between Mother's Day and Father's Day but beware as you might find it tearful
