Thursday, May 7, 2009

Poems for Mother's Day

Just got back from the inspirational lesson session. While I was there, a guest performed a Mother's Day song that was a leetle over-the-top in terms of sentiment. The residents enjoyed the performance, so that's all that matters. But it did put me in mind of bad Mother's Day poems like the following by the very earnest Rev. E. E. Bradford (1860-1944).

"His Mother Drinks"

Within a London hospital there lies,
Tucked in his cot,
A child with golden curls and big blue eyes.
The night is hot,
And though the windows in the long low ward
are open wide,
No breath of air comes from the sun-baked yard
That lies outside.

A kindly nurse who sees his wistful smile,
To cheer him cries;
"The doctor says that in a little while
He'll let you rise,
And send you home again!" His eyes grow dim.
She little thinks
What since his father died home means to him--
His mother drinks!

Feel free to get into the spirit of the holiday by posting Bad Mother's Day poems yourself.

1 comment:

Louise Plummer said...

Moms
Where would we be without Moms?
Where would we be without those ladies?
Helping us all year long
And the love you give is just amazing.

Growing up
Getting up
Feeling good each day
Is easy to do.

Helping hands
Understand
Showing us the way
We tip our hats to you.

Oh, oh, Moms, Moms, where would we be?
Oh Moms, there's no debate,
Mom, Moms, where would we be?
Oh Moms, we think you're great.

Growing up
Getting up
Feeling good each day
Is easy to do.

Helping hands
Understand
Showing us the way,
We tip our hats to you.

Oh, oh, Moms, Moms, where would we be?
Oh Moms, there's no debate,
Mom, Moms, where would we be?
Oh Moms, we think you're great.
Oh Moms, we think you're great.
- By Ron Brown