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In Children's Literacy, Forgiveness, K-12 Education, Love, Popular Music, ThatOne WORD, Thats' Life on May 9, 2010 at 10:13 AM

“Listen… and do not despise your mother when she is old. Let your mother be glad; let her who bore you rejoice.”–King Solomon

So…
If you ever gave your Mother grief…

“…there’s no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated…”
–Tupac Shakur

If you ever were ashamed of your mother…

Mama’s cooking bread
She wore a dirty, raggedy scarf around her head
Always had her stockings low, rolled to her feet
She just didn’t know
She wore a sloppy dress
Oh, no matter how she tried, she always looked a mess
Out of the pot she ate, never used a fork, or a dinner plate

I was always so afraid that my uptown friends would see her
Afraid one day when I was grown, that I would be her

Ah, in a college town
Away from home a new identity I found
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet
I must have been insane
I lied and said mama died on a weekend trip to Spain
She never got out of the house, never even boarded a train

Married a guy, was living high
I didn’t want him to know her
She had a grandson two years old
That I never even showed her

I’m living in shame
Mama I miss you
I know you’re not to blame
Mama I miss you

Came a telegram
Mama passed away while making homemade jam
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side
She always did her best
Oh, cooked and cleaned and always in the same old dress
Working hard, down on her knees
Always trying to please

Mama, mama, mama can you hear me?
Mama, mama, mama can you hear me?

I’m living in shame, mama I miss you
I know you’re not to blame, mama I miss you.

Won’t you forgive me mom?
For all the wrong I’ve done?
I love you so much mom.

I know you’ve done the very best you could
But I never understood
Working hard down on her knees…
Mama you were always, always tryin’ to please –The Supremes

If you ever felt like this about any of the women in your life…

Grandma’s hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands
Used to issue out a warning
She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
“Might be snakes there in that grass”
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands
Used to lift her face and tell her,
“Baby, Grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands”
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma’s hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma’s hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She’d say, “Matty don’ you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn’ drop no apple core”
But I don’t have Grandma anymore

If I get to Heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands– Bill Withers

This day’s for YOU!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Goodwill Energies I direct toward each and every one of you each and every day.

“And there came to be evening and there came to be morning…”

That’s life today!

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  1. i got a dog name molly sadly she came from the puppy mill she got sick on the plane but she servive i read you the portrait of the west because i like cattle

    • I like cattle, too D Rock! Maybe we should read a book about cattle. I’m gonna see if I can find some funny cattle like those California cows. BOL!

  2. Today I read a magazine article about the Barrier Reefs. It was interesting because I like Islands. I babysat for you today, and you were a good boy.

    • Thank you Ben for baby sitting and for reading to me today. I loved it! Now I’m interested in finding out more about the Barrier Reefs. Great Job!

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