Through A Mother's Eyes (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Through A Mother's Eyes
by Felix LeRoy Perry → (All Poetry by Felix LeRoy Perry)
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I often look back with deep love, respect and admiration at my mother who raised nine children with very little money. She died young but old enought to see us all out on our own. and last night I tried to look at the world as she must have seen it back then... PS In the picture is my sisters Mabel, Patricia, Francais and Louise and my brother Maurice..I am the little guy in the middle holding hands of my big sister. Not shown are John, Billy, and Jimmy

*Through A Mother’s Eyes* *By: Le Roy* *Got to get fire burning in the stove* *Mixed and kneaded bread rising on the back* *Water boiling for husband’s tea* *Breakfast for him and a little for me* *Pack his lunch and he’s out the door* *Hoping he gets a few more weeks in* *Not much work so the layoffs start* *Breaks my heart to see we can’t win* *Nine mouths to feed from one to nineteen* *Down the stairs they come a few at a time* *Serve them porridge and molasses on toast* *A nickel for their recess can’t afford a dime* *Plastic bags over socks inside of boots that leak* *Hand me down clothes and a paid Catholic school* *I have to make shirts and ties and tunics as well* *Those nuns who make fun can sure be so cruel* *Oh well today is Friday and the weekends almost here* *The young ones will play outdoors without a care* *The teenagers will clean the house from top to bottom* *So they can dance to Bandstand and root beer share* *Now stick the bread in the oven, wash a sink full of dishes* *Make six beds quick as a wink and drag down laundry to do* *Wish I had a fancy ringer washer like the woman next door* *No money for that so this scrub board will see me through* *Now darning, and ironing, and patching work clothes* *The baby needs changing and Mrs Lindsay at the door* *Clothes hung out to dry and heave a relieved sigh* *A nice cup of tea Mamie, then later I’ll scrub the floor* *Get supper on the stovetop more wood for the fire* *Put baby down for a nap the kids soon will be home* *So tired but no time to sleep and there goes the phone* *Sent a money order on Wednesday but no mercy is shown* *Take off your school clothes before you go out to play* *Peel potatoes and carrots, onions to flavour the stew* *I know some of the kids will turn up their noses* *They don’t like it I know but it’s the best I can do* *Now supper is over and the young ones are in bed* *The teens work on their homework and the lunches are made* *A little I Love Lucy on TV and I try hard not to yawn* *That’s my life and I love it and with no other I would trade.*

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on March 30, 2008

How beautiful this is. You paint such wonderful memories of a life so hard...yet so filled with love. The photograph is a treasure.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Oh My Goodness Fee, I Am Exausted :)
Your Mother Was An Outstanding Woman 9 children is alot of work
& she no doubt wore a badge of honor & pride for all she did
Your A Wonderful Man!
Embrass�
Vickie

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Brings back memories of happier times. When life itself was a much slower pace and honesty was the golden rule. Much of what I learned came from my grandmother and I still keep the tradition alive. We had a stove that we needed to shovel coal into to light and make warm for baking and cooking. In the bathroom we had a pull chain which hung off of a tank high on the wall. You bring back so many wonderful memories in such a heartwarming mannor. God bless and hope you are feeling better....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Very touching sweet Fee,enjoyed very much,hope your feeling better...stay safe and well..Hugss

Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)

Another poem that takes me to another world, another place in time, envisioning a different life, but still being able to identify with family love. A mother's love is universal. Hope your feeling better -- Deborah:)

Reviewed by P-M Terry Lamar

A positive look at a hard, busy, yet love-filled life.
It made me feel warm and comfy.
Terry

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

This is so wonderful felix....the memories here are soft and gentle...excellent pen.

Allen

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

This is a touching poem, displaying the love and respect you have for your determined mother to provide for her children,, tugs at my heart.
Love, Christine

Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)

Plastic bags over socks inside of boots that leak...wow does this line ever bring back the childhood

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reminds me a bit of my upbringing... I always said we didn't have as much as some but we did have more than others and the one thing we had tons of was love.. can't beat that!
Myrna

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

A hard life for your mother, but how happy she was too...just looking at the wholesomeness of her children would bring joy and contentment to a mother! Beautiful, warming poem, Fee; your memories keep her with you.

Micke

Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)

Beautiful picture! Your wonderfully written poem really touched me deeply ...

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Most beautiful.hey you were a cute little fella!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

(((Fee))),

Exquisite! Beautiful write of rememberance through another's eyes - well done.

(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

the photo as well as the write truly touched me--i believe you do sum it up in the end--a life that exhausted her, broke her heart but gave her all the joy and love she desired

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Awwww, what a little cutie pie you were, Fee; very beautiful write! BRAVO! Your mama is looking down on you now with love; she still lives on in this beautiful, heartfelt poem!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Can you feel your mom's eyes shine upon you, Fee? You know she's there! Wonderful work and I'm so glad to hear you're doing better.
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

This is a fine mimior that would make any mother proud. Glad you're doing better, 'Ole boy.

Walt

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

You hit the nail on the head, Felix! No matter how difficult our lives, those of us with children would not trade lives with anyone else! Our children are our priority. You and your siblings were your mother's priority. I can tell you without a doubt, Felix, that she would be exceptionally proud of you!