Ode To My Mother, Rest Her Soul
Ode To My Mother
I love my mother, she's a dear
and helpful in every way.
But you know, she has this quirk:
She dips her buttered toast in milk.
Now, a cookie's fine--the crumbs all sink;
(don't leave a greasy film).
But mother doesn't seem to mind,
and dips her toast in milk.
Mind you she is a lady, too,
never 'dunks' when out on public view.
But in her home, she induges her whim
and dips the toast in milk.
She's sharp as a tack,
no senility there.
Mother dips her buttered toast in milk.
© C.E. Carl 11-87
©C.E. (Carl) Elias 5-2010
This was written as a loving jibe at my mother, who had a great sense of humor. She herself got a kick out of it, and in fact, nearly spit her milk, laughing.
Presented here in loving memory of Mom 7-30-22 -- 9-28-98.
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