Y'know, most people look through their wallets or pocketbooks, and way down at the bottom, past the credit cards and baby pictures and Green Stamps, you usually find a little ol' dog-eared piece of poetry. I was cleaning out my wallet the other day, and I ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U.'s, some of 'em thirty years overdue. Funny thing is, all these I.O.U.'s are all owed to one person, and I kinda feel like right now might be a pretty good time for an accounting.
Mom, you listening?
Mom, I owe you for...so many things. A lot of services. Like, night watchman, for instance. For lying awake nights, listening for coughs, cries, creaking floorboards...and me coming in too late. You had the eye of an eagle, the roar of a lion, but you always had a heart as big as a house.
I owe you for services as a short-order cook, chef, baker. For making sirloin out of hamburger, turkey out of tuna fish, and two big ol' strapping boys out of leftovers.
I owe you for cleaning services, for the daily scrubbing of face and ears, all work done by hand, and for the frequent dusting of a small boy's pants to try to make sure that he led a spotless life. And for washing and ironing no laundry could ever do, for drying the tears of childhood and for ironing out the problems of growing up.
I owe you for services as a bodyguard, for protecting me from the terrors of thunderstorms, nightmares, and too many green apples.
And Lord knows I owe you for medical attention, for nursing me through measles, mumps, bruises, bumps, splinters...and spring fever. And let's not forget about medical advice, either! Ohhh, no! Important things like, Don't scratch it or it won't get well, If you cross your eyes they're gonna stick like that, and probably most important of all was, Be sure you've got on clean underwear, boy, in case you're in an accident.
And I owe you for veterinary services. For feeding ever lost dog that I dragged home at the end of a rope, and for healing the pains of puppy love.
I owe you for entertainment, entertainment that kept the household going through some pretty rough times, for wonderful productions at Christmas, Fourth Of July, and birthdays, and for making make-believe come true on a very limited budget.
I owe you for construction work, for building kites, confidence, hopes and dreams, and somehow you made them all touch the sky. And for cementing a family together so it could withstand the worst kinds of shocks and blows, and for laying down a good, strong foundation to build a life on.
I owe you for carrying charges. For carrying me on your books for the necessities of life that a growing boy has just got to have. Things like a pair of high-top boots with a little pocket on the side for a jackknife.
And one thing, Mom, that I will never, ever forget. When there were only two pieces of apple pie left and three hungry people. I noticed that you were the one who "really didn't like apple pie in the first place."
These are just a very few of the things for which payment is long overdue. The person I owe them to worked very cheap. She managed by simply doing without a whole lot of things that she needed herself.
My I.O.U.'s add up to much more than I could ever hope to repay. But you know, the nicest thing about it all is that I know she'll mark the entire bill Paid In Full, for just one kiss and four little words...
Y'know, most people look through their wallets or pocketbooks, and way down at the bottom, past the credit cards and baby pictures and Green Stamps, you usually find a little ol' dog-eared piece of poetry. I was cleaning out my wallet the other day, and I ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U.'s, some of 'em thirty years overdue. Funny thing is, all these I.O.U.'s are all owed to one person, and I kinda feel like right now might be a pretty good time for an accounting.
Mom, you listening?
Mom, I owe you for...so many things. A lot of services. Like, night watchman, for instance. For lying awake nights, listening for coughs, cries, creaking floorboards...and me coming in too late. You had the eye of an eagle, the roar of a lion, but you always had a heart as big as a house.
I owe you for services as a short-order cook, chef, baker. For making sirloin out of hamburger, turkey out of tuna fish, and two big ol' strapping boys out of leftovers.
I owe you for cleaning services, for the daily scrubbing of face and ears, all work done by hand, and for the frequent dusting of a small boy's pants to try to make sure that he led a spotless life. And for washing and ironing no laundry could ever do, for drying the tears of childhood and for ironing out the problems of growing up.
I owe you for services as a bodyguard, for protecting me from the terrors of thunderstorms, nightmares, and too many green apples.
And Lord knows I owe you for medical attention, for nursing me through measles, mumps, bruises, bumps, splinters...and spring fever. And let's not forget about medical advice, either! Ohhh, no! Important things like, Don't scratch it or it won't get well, If you cross your eyes they're gonna stick like that, and probably most important of all was, Be sure you've got on clean underwear, boy, in case you're in an accident.
And I owe you for veterinary services. For feeding ever lost dog that I dragged home at the end of a rope, and for healing the pains of puppy love.
I owe you for entertainment, entertainment that kept the household going through some pretty rough times, for wonderful productions at Christmas, Fourth Of July, and birthdays, and for making make-believe come true on a very limited budget.
I owe you for construction work, for building kites, confidence, hopes and dreams, and somehow you made them all touch the sky. And for cementing a family together so it could withstand the worst kinds of shocks and blows, and for laying down a good, strong foundation to build a life on.
I owe you for carrying charges. For carrying me on your books for the necessities of life that a growing boy has just got to have. Things like a pair of high-top boots with a little pocket on the side for a jackknife.
And one thing, Mom, that I will never, ever forget. When there were only two pieces of apple pie left and three hungry people. I noticed that you were the one who "really didn't like apple pie in the first place."
These are just a very few of the things for which payment is long overdue. The person I owe them to worked very cheap. She managed by simply doing without a whole lot of things that she needed herself.
My I.O.U.'s add up to much more than I could ever hope to repay. But you know, the nicest thing about it all is that I know she'll mark the entire bill Paid In Full, for just one kiss and four little words...
Mom, I love you.
I have to say, this was both impressive and touching! ^^^^
Y'know, most people look through their wallets or pocketbooks, and way down at the bottom, past the credit cards and baby pictures and Green Stamps, you usually find a little ol' dog-eared piece of poetry. I was cleaning out my wallet the other day, and I ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U.'s, some of 'em thirty years overdue. Funny thing is, all these I.O.U.'s are all owed to one person, and I kinda feel like right now might be a pretty good time for an accounting.
Mom, you listening?
Mom, I owe you for...so many things. A lot of services. Like, night watchman, for instance. For lying awake nights, listening for coughs, cries, creaking floorboards...and me coming in too late. You had the eye of an eagle, the roar of a lion, but you always had a heart as big as a house.
I owe you for services as a short-order cook, chef, baker. For making sirloin out of hamburger, turkey out of tuna fish, and two big ol' strapping boys out of leftovers.
I owe you for cleaning services, for the daily scrubbing of face and ears, all work done by hand, and for the frequent dusting of a small boy's pants to try to make sure that he led a spotless life. And for washing and ironing no laundry could ever do, for drying the tears of childhood and for ironing out the problems of growing up.
I owe you for services as a bodyguard, for protecting me from the terrors of thunderstorms, nightmares, and too many green apples.
And Lord knows I owe you for medical attention, for nursing me through measles, mumps, bruises, bumps, splinters...and spring fever. And let's not forget about medical advice, either! Ohhh, no! Important things like, Don't scratch it or it won't get well, If you cross your eyes they're gonna stick like that, and probably most important of all was, Be sure you've got on clean underwear, boy, in case you're in an accident.
And I owe you for veterinary services. For feeding ever lost dog that I dragged home at the end of a rope, and for healing the pains of puppy love.
I owe you for entertainment, entertainment that kept the household going through some pretty rough times, for wonderful productions at Christmas, Fourth Of July, and birthdays, and for making make-believe come true on a very limited budget.
I owe you for construction work, for building kites, confidence, hopes and dreams, and somehow you made them all touch the sky. And for cementing a family together so it could withstand the worst kinds of shocks and blows, and for laying down a good, strong foundation to build a life on.
I owe you for carrying charges. For carrying me on your books for the necessities of life that a growing boy has just got to have. Things like a pair of high-top boots with a little pocket on the side for a jackknife.
And one thing, Mom, that I will never, ever forget. When there were only two pieces of apple pie left and three hungry people. I noticed that you were the one who "really didn't like apple pie in the first place."
These are just a very few of the things for which payment is long overdue. The person I owe them to worked very cheap. She managed by simply doing without a whole lot of things that she needed herself.
My I.O.U.'s add up to much more than I could ever hope to repay. But you know, the nicest thing about it all is that I know she'll mark the entire bill Paid In Full, for just one kiss and four little words...
Mom, I love you.
Blade - You brought tears to my eyes. I know your mom would be very proud of you !
I just got my Mom out of a SNF yesterday, we had to spend MD with a bunch of strangers. Now, shes safe, and much more comfortable and gets to pet the doggies. The best part of getting her back home is the wonderful smiles and hearing her laugh again.
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I am sorry, Senator. I have no clear recollection of the events in question!
