Sunday, May 13, 2007

my Momma

my Momma
was born singing.
She sang with the voice of an angel,
she sang solos in her church choir, she sang at weddings,
she sang before an orchestra when she was 16.
She sang her way through life and was given a college scholarship in music and voice.
She gave it all up for the love of
a 6'4" farm boy of good German stock.
Tall, dark and handsome, a boy of few words,
he sang to her heart...
and she listened.
She sang in the wheat fields, she sang at the stove,
she sang to five babies,
she sang at the clothes lines filled with billowing flannel diapers and Levi jeans.
She sang us all to sleep when we were feverish and fretful.
She sang while we worked, she sang while we played.
She gave us her gift of music...and so much love.
She sings to us everyday


Rachael said...

Oh Christe! Arent we so lucky to have such wonderful Mothers!! You look JUST like her too!!

Michelle said...

Oh Christe!!!

What a lovely post! I have goosebumps. Did you get your Mother's voice?

THank you for sharing this!


Katie said...

What a wonderful thing to write - you are a real writer, mom!

Christine said...

I'm so glad you enjoyed this little tribute to my Mom.
I do sing, but not nearly as well as my Katie, who truly takes after her grandma.
I should also mention that she is one of those green thumb people...I tell her that she could get a hoe handle to sprout a leaf.

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

Angels are born singing.