Mum's Rhymes

MOTHER WRITES A POEMDid you ever see mother write poetry?This is the way it is done,The idea is born in the morningBefore the rise of the sun.She'll reach out of bed for a pencil,And any scrap paper will do,You'd be surprised at the different sizeAnd shapes she will use 'ere she's through.She'll think up a line while she's dressing,And write it while she's in the mood,At once, for it's really quite pressing,Her memory was never so good.Dreamy eyed she goes to the kitchen,With odd socks or something left out,We see that her fingers are itchingAnd guess what it all is about.The pancakes are heavy, the baconWe think is best to forgetThe coffee is not worth the taking,But troubles are not over yet.In the midst of a table discussion,We really need mother's advice,She'll gaze 'round at us without blushing,and murmur, "what rhymes with 'Caprice?"At dinner Pa says with a tremor,"My jacket needs mending a lot"The hole in my sock's a dilemma."And Ma says, "Oh! dear I forgot."The dishes half washed, the beds are unmade,The cat's drank the milk, the butcher's unpaid,Then when it's all over, we sigh with relief,But we are quite proud,And forget all our grief,For Mother has written a poem.Eva M. R. SalwayMum's Poems pg 47