Remembering those “Mom” stories,
Tales of her everyday glories…
Times when I think
I was such a dink,
Her responses were gracious not gory!
A substute teacher as mother,
Affected us more than any other…
Of course we behaved–
At home we’d wonder and shudder.
There are times I went too far,
A wonder there isn’t a scar…
She handled well
With consumate skill,
When I needed feather and tar!