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.

But still,

          Mother dips her buttered toast in milk.



© C.E. Carl 11-87

©C.E. (Carl) Elias 5-2010

Back Story

 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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Micky Dee 6 years ago

I danced on your buttons! Very well done. "she dips her toast in milk" - That's a pretty darn great poem here! Buttons up!

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DzyMsLizzy 6 years ago from Oakley, CA Author

Thanks for stopping by, Micky Dee...glad you liked it. Mom and I had all kinds of fun together with silly poems.

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Peggy W 5 years ago from Houston, Texas

Nice to remember your mother that way in a jovial and yet loving way.

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DzyMsLizzy 5 years ago from Oakley, CA Author

Hello, Peggy W--

Thanks very much! My mom and I did, indeed, have a lot of laughs together.

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