Our Mom Was The BEST Mom
by Connie Faust
Monday, May 07, 2012
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I hated the Bean Soup, but the pies were another story...I did my best to get a fingerful while the puddings were still warm, and usually succeeded! My Mom was...well, read it for yourself and you'll see.
OUR MOM WAS THE BEST MOM
Our Mom was the very best mom a mom could ever be;
She washed grubby clothes on Mondays for the other kids and me.
But when we came home after school and crossed over the stoop,
We remembered it was the dreadful day for bean and bacon soup!
On top of that, the day’s hard work had Mom about worn out.
Monday wasn’t the best day, ‘cause mom’s face was in a pout.
On Tuesdays, she ironed and mended, and things were better then;
But there was always a pile of holey socks waiting for her to mend.
I can’t remember Wednesday’s job, though each day had its work.
With 5 young’uns and our Pop besides, her duties could not be shirked.
When Thursday came, Mom cleaned upstairs and on the “garret,” too,
And dust bunnies ran for cover, knowing what our mom would do!
Friday was the downstairs day from the front door to the back,
And Mom made sure the dirt was gone from every little crack.
Saturday was my favorite day, ‘cause our Mom liked to bake.
I loved to be the spoon-licker when mom made chocolate cake,
Or butterscotch pie, Raisin “Church Cake,” or even Philly Fudge;
I just can’t say which one was best -- it was much too hard to judge!
Down in the dirt-floor cellar, where Pop built a row of shelves,
Were jars of peaches and tomatoes Mom had “canned” herself.
Those canning days were extra-long, when Mom worked even harder
From dawn to dusk, preparing foods to store in the family “larder.”
I’m not forgetting Sunday, that special day of all seven
When she helped us kids get ready for church so we’d be ”fit for heaven.”
Lost shoes were found, prayer-books in hand, kids lined up in a row,
A dab of spit to hold down our hair and we were ready to go!
I don’t have time to tell of all the fun Mom could invent—
Picnics at “our rock” on the hill, hikes and blanket tents;
Taking food out in our little yard to set up our own play store,
“Follow the Arrow,” “Hide The Penny,” fun and laughs galore!
I’ve tried to give you an inkling of how great a mom can be.
You have a tiny picture now of what our Mom meant to me.
By her wise example and unselfish love, she taught us how to live;
By her big heart of generosity, she taught us how to give;
And by her faith in Jesus, she taught us to follow her Lord.
I told you our Mom was The Best Mom, and I couldn’t love her more!
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|Reviewed by Linda Hill
Awesome tribute to your Mom! I know she's smiling from Heaven. It sounds like your family was alot like mine, alot of work and also fun too. God bless.
Blessings and love,
|Reviewed by Shirley Houston
|This took me back to my Momma's house, and reminded me of the order and love that lived there. Thank you so much. I enjoyed this very much!|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|What a sweet sweet collage of your mom, and so enveloped by sacred love ~|
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|A lovely poem, Connie, filled with memories. You must have had a very happy home.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|And I thought our mom was the best, and still is. The neighborhood kids all wanted to come to our house because our mom was so young and pretty and was such a good cook (just like your mom). Fact was, she had to work to earn extra money until both her and dad retired. When I think of the working, multitasking, super moms of today, they have nothing on her.
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|So special are the memories of your mother! She was a wonderful influence in your life and your writing shows you love her dearly. I had tears in my eyes reading your poem ... thinking of my wonderful Mother.
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Great memories in this great write, Connie. God bless.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This write brings back a lot of memories of my own Mom who was taken from me far too young, but in my case it was stew I hated, and home made french fries she made me when sick that I loved.
|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
What a wonderful way to honor your mom. How blessed you were to have her. Happy Mother's Day!