Written by: Phyllis Ann Doros
Copyright � 1959
MOTHER'S DAY
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Memories Of Grandmother

This is my written permission,
Recorded in black and white,
Without one single condition
To make it less than air-tight.

I give you the freedom to choose
Your own private formula
�. Any method you want to use
To be a much loved Grandma.

Offer my youngsters untold sweets
And keep the cookie jar full,
Kiss away their hurts and defeats
�. Don�t always be sensible.

Laugh at their jokes.. Tell them they�re smart
And handsome beyond compare.
From the bottom of your heart,
Let them know you really care.

Shower them with the attention
I am too busy to give.
Convince them of your intention
To love them long as they live.

While I teach them about money,
School-work or making a bed,
You treat them to toast and honey,
Mother Goose and ginger-bread.

Close them with-in your welcome hug
And hear their far-fetched schemes.
Just for a while, they will be snug
Sharing a world of day dreams.

Look deep into their eyes and see
The perplexing questions rise,
To mingle with the deviltry,
Which can almost hypnotize.

Indeed you have my permission
To do all these things and more.
�. Whatever your intuition
Hints might be fun to explore.

Help them over their ups and downs,
Each blunder and secret whim.
Caress away those doubtful frowns,
When they climb out on a limb.

Do all the things I�d like to do,
If only I had the time.
�. Relaxed strolls down the avenue
�. One more story at bed-time.

Where did it go? The time I meant
To spend with my treasured young?
Those postponed hours of wonderment
�. And the songs I left unsung.

Were many promises broken,
As day rushed by after day?
Pushed aside with words unspoken
And the games I didn�t play�

Ahead of us is tomorrow
With a new comparison.
Will I once again know sorrow
For the things I left undone?

Any backward glance, I suppose
Has a blending of regret,
But most of all it will disclose
The things we didn�t forget.

For I have seen my children reach
With kindness towards a play-mate,
A tender note will touch their speech,
A quick mind will meditate.

They show stirrings of loyalty
Along with moments of pride.
They understand that honesty
Must constantly be their guide.

Many of the seeds we planted,
Even those we dropped in haste,
Took root in a place enchanted
To grow tall and freckle-faced.

Your love is also part of them,
A wonderful, happy part,
Which lives with-in the heart of them,
Lighting the courses they chart.

We cannot give our children gold,
Nor bank-books totaling much,
Whatever wealth they shall behold,
Must come from their own deft touch.

To the world they may appear plain,
No riches to meet the eye
�. While truly their spirits contain
Assets gold never could buy.

My children will find no other
Bonanza more exquisite,
Than memories of Grandmother,
Who spoiled them�. a little bit.
Louise, Emma Jane Cullers(Mother) + Thelia -1920

Louise -1967

Louise + Phyllis -1955

Louise + Chris -1969

Louise + Family -1948

Louise + Rich -1964

Louise, Jim + Marty -1976

Louise + Perry -1982

Louise + Thelia -1974

Louise + Merle -1976


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