In looking through the mementos in my box of treasures that I kept of my Mother's, I came across some poetry in a notebook she kept--I would like to share these.

 
Little Boy

Bubbles on the ceiling, bubbles on the door
Flowing o'er the bathtub, bubbles on the floor
And when the bath is over, the rooms' a soggy wreck
There's no ring around the bathtub, cause it's still around his neck
And it never ever fails, he still has greasy nails!! 


Contentment

Grow old gracefully--people say
If only I could--I would any day
Truth is-I bulge where I should retreat
I'm short, fat and old, and enjoy all I eat
Parties and pasteries just make me "a square"
But I'm having such fun, I don't really care!
The children are settled--what more does one need?
And my husband is with me--I'm lucky indeed


Guessing Does Not Pay

She guessed at the pepper--the soup was too hot
She guessed at the water-it dried in the pot
She guessed at the salt-what do you think? 
For the rest of the day we did nothing but drink
She guessed at the sugar-the sauce was to sweet
And by her guessing-she spoiled all the meat
What is the moral? It's easy to see
A good cook measures and weighs to the "T"


Hand In Hand

It's nice to be needed-and do you know why?
We must all depend on the other guy
You can work yourself down right to the bone
But certanly can't get the job done alone
If everyone realized this obvious fact
And elected right then to get into the act
What a wonderful place this world would be 
With me helping you and you helping me


 
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