I wrote this many years ago after a trip down home with my Mommy. Yes, I'm 62 years old and I still to this day call her "Mommy". To me it is a form of endearment and oh how I miss her so.
Oh Mommy Dear,
Please tell me more,
of your grandma and grandpa,
and their sons and daughters!
Tell me please of the years of your youth,
the stories of picking berries so my dear Great Grandma
a pie she would bake,
for you and all of your cousins to enjoy.
And tell me Dear Mommy of times gone by,
of the war heroes in our family,
What pride I have in them,
They fought with honor and lived up to the Noble name.
Oh dear Mommy tell me true,
Of your youth
and living through
the great depression
Your family seemed to make it through,
living off of odd jobs Granddad took,
in order food in your belly to put.
Tell me of thefun times and how they went.
Oh Dear Mommy,