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| Mother had a great big heart, with love to overflow: And everywhere that Mother went, her love was sure to show. She went about without the fame, doing unto others: Expecting nothing in return, just like her Elder Brother. Her qualities of kindness and charity, are only but a few: These traits she taught now all lie within me and you. And so she lives her life, oh are we so blessed: We have such a great Mother, better than the rest. |
This next one is from Carolyn and I had to just scan it in because it's very rare that you get a cute picture of me, and this is a cute picture of me!!! She got up and sang this song in front of us all...."Four and twenty black birds" song! Thanks Carolyn!
The next two are from Brian. I will say Celynda also did it but I don't know for sure and I don't want to leave her out if she was a major part of it....so thank you to both of you!
C-P-S (Based on Pat-a-Cake)
C-P-S, C-P-S, at the door,
It's about Shannon, her neck is sore.
Did you scold her or slap her? Her eyes are very pink.
Be careful, Mrs. DeWitt, we'll throw you in the clink.
These next two are from my far-away Jill......and of course Jonathan if he helped!
She.....
She chases away a frown
when someone is down.
She makes you smile,
it's just her style.
She is a Robert Redford fan
but married a better man.
She likes to dance
with a little bit of romance
(though some call it a prance).
She collects pictured hearts
but hates when Doug farts
She, at 40 something, took a sky dive
and thankfully is still alive.
She surprised me in Hawaii
but may have told a lie.
She is an example to all
even though she is small.
She serves all day long
while singing a song.
She likes to be crafty
while chomping on ice-y(?)
SHE, I could talk about all day,
but I won't make you stay.
I just want you to know -
before you go;
SHE is my MOM
and I think she is the BOMB!
GO OUT AND PLAY (Based on Come Out To Play)
Oh, my children, go out and play,
I've had enough of you today,
I'm not making supper, just let me sleep,
Go bother some other dear mom down the street.
It if gets late, you might want to call,
But really I won't miss you at all.
Wake me up when you're home so I know,
I won't really wake up from my sleep though.
I'll see you tomorrow, when I am well rested,
Now just leave me alone....and don't get arrested.
C-P-S, C-P-S, at the door,
It's about Shannon, her neck is sore.
Did you scold her or slap her? Her eyes are very pink.
Be careful, Mrs. DeWitt, we'll throw you in the clink.
These next two are from my far-away Jill......and of course Jonathan if he helped!
She.....
She chases away a frown
when someone is down.
She makes you smile,
it's just her style.
She is a Robert Redford fan
but married a better man.
She likes to dance
with a little bit of romance
(though some call it a prance).
She collects pictured hearts
but hates when Doug farts
She, at 40 something, took a sky dive
and thankfully is still alive.
She surprised me in Hawaii
but may have told a lie.
She is an example to all
even though she is small.
She serves all day long
while singing a song.
She likes to be crafty
while chomping on ice-y(?)
SHE, I could talk about all day,
but I won't make you stay.
I just want you to know -
before you go;
SHE is my MOM
and I think she is the BOMB!
Young Becky Sue (Old King Cole)
Young Becky Sue was a mother of eight.
A Mother of eight was she.
She yelled, "Do your chores!"
She yelled, "Don't be late!"
And she called, "Won't you come dance with me!"
Ev'ry child had a jiggle
And a very fine jiggle had she.
Fiddle dee, Fiddle dee
Fiddle dee, Fiddle dee
Fiddle dee, Fiddle dee
Went the jiggling spree.
Oh, there is none who would dare
Such an affair
With Young Becky Sue and her jiggling spree!
Jason's and then Stacey's
A lot can be said about a mother of eight
Who raised all those kids and each one turned out great.
Here's a few things that I've kept in store,
A message to you, Mom, from child number four.
I've been taught responsibility through lists full of chores:
Which especially came in handy while I was knocking on doors.
While serving on that mission, you wrote me every week,
Which encouraged me greatly when tracting looked bleak.
I know more about driving from riding with you -
Sorry Dad, but deep down you know this is true.
You kept me in line and I never did drugs:
Probably 'cause I knew you'd smell my shirt when we hugged.
I've truly been taught how to love and serve others.
Too bad I didn't use this to help my three brothers.
I always felt welcome when I came back home.
Even when it was just for food, I never heard you groan.
The best thing I learned from you in my life
Was how to pick the very best wife.
She's perfect for me and I know I'm not wrong;
'Cause there's a whole lot of you I see in her, Mom.
Many years ago, I was a guest in this house
Then only just friends with your son. - I never imagined he'd one day be my spouse.
Seven years later - I found myself here once more.
This time carrying a lot more baggage but you never asked me to explain the life I had before.
Thank you for accepting me and never judging me for my past,
For supporting Jason's decision to marry me - even if the wedding came a little fast.
Thank you for making me feel at home- an instant part of your family.
You are my mom while mine is gone - loving and accepting me for me!
You welcomed me with open arms and my rowdy toddler too;
You made us feel like family and for that I truly thank you!
You might all need to take a break - stretch out a bit......half of the kids are done (with extras thrown in) and only a few more to go, but you might need to stretch, check what's on TV, go get the mail, play a game on your ipod, but then come on back.....!
Kevins......
To the One Who is Over All
I hope, dear Mother, that I can express
the feelings you bring of true happiness.
They come with scowls and a loud yell,
You'd think for sure we'd be in hell.
But we kids all know
That this is how it must go:
We do things wrong, we do things bad
And it is not anger, but love, that gets mad.
Your love knows what is best
To help us pass any test.
Boundaries are set, rules are made
Which help our foundations to be laid.
We go to Dad to ask permission,
This next fact is no superstition.
His love is good, his love is true,
That's why he sends us to you.
My habits annoy you, I have no doubt.
To farting at the table, Shan & Allan 'deserving' a shout:
Not cleaning the house and being lazy,
It gets repetitive, the days probably hazy.
As child number 5, I can see
That your love is equal to him her and me.
Through all my faults, I just want you to know
My love for you is deep, and I'll never let it go.
Katie - and Brandon for letting her be silly for me!
Mom, you are beautiful from your head to your cuticle.
Now that I moved away, that's the way it's going to stay.
But I really do love you and I will always be there for you.
Shannon's (a 2 pager) <3 I Hope We Were Worth It
Day after day of cleaning and scrubbing
As kids we found ways to make it fun and unforgetting
(Brian was the best at it though).
They all started to grow up
Katie was about to turn 6
But then you went to the doctors
And found out you were having another little chick.
Once she was born you started to think:
She needs a friend who will be there to understand and to see
So you willingly had another child.
A chubby, little oddball, who was as funny as he could be.
As the years went by siblings would start to leave here and there.
There was no one left to play with.
The list of our chores was getting more and more full.
Days grew longer and the nights were dark,
All you could hear was Toby's weird bark.....
Day after day of ENDLESS cleaning and scrubbing,
You ask us kids to help and just end up shouting.
You give everyone the silent treatment
And after a while we start to miss your voice.
You could care less about what we miss
All you want is for things to be done and dismiss.
You hate it when we touch your buns
And when we are loud during church, a ton.
You don't have the energy to chase us around anymore.
You obviously don't like doing the dishes or the chores:
(Like the cups with the gross milk ring at the bottom).
We love you regardless and are sorry for all the trouble,
Especially the problem of number 7.
Getting CPS on you and them coming after you by the double.
You have been a great Mom and we hope you believe it
Otherwise, I wouldn't have written you such a long poem.
As you can somewhat see it,
(unless you are wearing one of your bent up glasses).
With you around - days are such blasts.
Soon Allan and I will be gone
(Gee....that came fast)
After we leave, you and Dad, can fulfill your dreams
of traveling in the RV and having the whole world to see.
We will miss you dearly and hope you can come visit often.
You guys are our world, our sky, and our air;
We can't live without you.
I hope we were worth it, Mom.
Otherwise, this Mother's Day poem I wrote, was just another storybook rhyme.
Funny, funny Allan.........
Dear Mother, you assigned us to rhyme,
But I ran out of time.
Again.....thanks to all of my children! I love you all so much!
