My Mother, My Mother (Helen Gallagher)
My mother stills hangs her clothes out on the line
She still makes tea in a kettle, not in the microwave
She still listens to her albums on the stereo
She still sings along with all the old songs,
even if she sometimes makes up her own words
She still answers her own phone, no answering machine for her
She still worries about me even if I just have a cold
She still makes my favorites foods when I come home for dinner
She still makes me breakfast when I stay over
She still calls me ‘Baby' and I love it
She still makes me stop and think twice about doing something
for fear of what she might think if I did it
She still laughs at all my jokes
She still loves ‘just a little glass of wine' with dinner
She still says "You're my favorite" to all of us
She still makes the best gravy (and turkey stuffing and cole slaw)
She still hasn't stop letting me learn from her
She still walks me to the door when I get ready to leave
She still stands on the porch and waves to me till I pull away
She still loves me unconditionally
She is still the person I look up to the most
She is still my biggest fan
My mother is my oldest and dearest friend
My mother ~ my mother is the best, most wonderful mother in the
whole world and I know this because she is MY MOTHER.
- Margaret Gallagher, Ventnor
