Substitue Mothers

Substitute Mothers Goldie Irene Ingram ......................................................................................... Mother worked Hard But she always had a garden In the corner of the yard Her labor was never a Burden. When Mother worked It was up to the older Siblings To care for the young ones Fay,Maynard,Robert,then Junella They all were my substitute Mothers. One by one they grew up Watching over the younger ones. Then one day It was up to me I became a Substitute Mother Of two. To young to leave home To old not to have the responsibility. A Brother ,a sister ,younger then me ,you see. No time to be a child No time to be mild. They became important to me As much as any VIP. When things go tuff Mother got ruff. Off to grandmother I was often rushed To stay a while, to be aside brushed. It was a hard life Till I became a wife. Then I was Mother of four No substitute Mothers any more. I was there To show I care. Mother missed out She was never there So with a shout I was there to give care. To my four I was to be A mother don't you see. To kiss it when they hurt To hug it when they were sad To feed it when they were hungry. To give a drank when they were thirsty. To play when they wanted to play a game. Awe, yes! This is what a Mother is all about.