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In honor of all the mothers out there, and for each who takes good c/o her or his mother:
James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother,
Though he was only three.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he;
"You must never go down
to the end of the town,
if you don't go down with me."
James James
Morrison's Mother
Put on a golden gown.
James James Morrison's Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James Morrison's Mother
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down
to the end of the town
and be back in time for tea."
King John
Put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY:
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN
TO THE END OF THE TOWN -
FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!"
James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he:
"You must never go down to the end of the town
without consulting me."
James James
Morrison's mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
King John said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
If people go down to the end of the town, well,
what can anyone do?"
(Now then, very softly)
J.J.
M.M.
W.G.Du P.
Took great
C/0 his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J.J. said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
"You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-
if-you-don't-go-down-with-ME!"
-- Disobedience by A.A. Milne
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old hand
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HHAAPPPPYY MMOOTTHH[EERRSS DDAAYY
TO THE MOTHERS OF AWAD
Only through the gift of your loins does the universe
receive due contemplation.
Through the mercy of God you also give love.
Mother Theresa Mother Connie Mother Angelica
Mother of troy Mother Ann Mother Jo
Mother BelMarduk Mother Anita Mother Jackie
And to all mothers we give Thanks.
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Carpal Tunnel
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Thanks, milum.
Sun's shining, breeze is blowing, the kitchen's redolent with supper baking...family's safe...and my daughter dreams of being a mother herself one day.
On the drive home from New York where I'd picked up Loftan from her first year in college, I reminisced about raising her from the storehouse of mental images she's given me to stir through happily over the years. The most precious memories are the ones associated with her growing up continuing even to this day. I expect this is probably true for most mothers. The clarity of focus for happy memories with children rarely blurs over the years.
Oh, I've got to tell one tale here. Maybe someone else will tell another.
I was determined as a young mom to expose Loftan to as many concerts as possible. She was a little bitty thing--as young as two when I began her experiences as an audience member. Off I'd cart her to piano recitals, ballets, symphony concerts, but always during the day. I knew not to push my luck with her attention span during the evening hours.
But one night a violinist was due in town to perform a concerto. She'd always been such a model audience member, I decided to chance it. I dressed Lof up in a pink-ruffled dress that had little bells sewn into the hem, and I told her not to shake her dress during the concert. She looked like a miniature festival tent in that little dress--and she jingled along as we looked for our seats in the concert hall. Darling. Little pink bows in the naturally curly red hair. (I was out of my mind, you realize.)
She did fine during the first movement of the concerto, but during the second slow one, she became sleepy and a little restless. I couldn't get up and leave because of the bells in the hem of her dress, so I held my breath watching the sure movements developing by my side that showed me she was trying to control her restlessness. During the cadenza, when the orchestra stopped playing and the violinist began a sensitive, very soft improvisation, Lof could no longer contain herself, and she moaned out the purest, well-projected yawn I've ever heard break forth from the lungs of a three-year-old.
The good news was that that was the first and last of her expressions of misery.
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms here.
Best regards,
DubDub
PS: For the record, she's studying viola performance and hopes to play professionally in an orchestra one day.
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