What’s Her Name

11 Oct

When she was younger, strong and stern,

She raised me in punctuality, good manners,

And, God-fearing morality.


I remember one evening, when I was fifteen,

Excusing myself from the supper table, hair still combed and face washed clean;

I said I was going out for a walk, and, “was there anything she might need?”


I opened the front door, rushing without discreet,

I heard her holler, “be back before eight.

You have an hour of homework and I expect you, not to be late.”


Well… the time did fly and so did I,

When I heard the clock tower striking nine.

What have I been thinking, not paying attention to the time?


Hoping she was busy somewhere in the house;

Perhaps in the kitchen, or, in the bathroom undoing her hair,

Any place else but in the front hall in that familiar overstuffed chair.


Nope! No such luck. There she was, as I opened the door,

With a half-smile of melting stern

Asking me, “sooo… what’s her name?”

*Picture of my Mother 🙂Ma


Posted by on October 11, 2015 in Love, Mothers, Pine Cone Diaries, Prose Poetry, Silly stuff


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16 responses to “What’s Her Name

  1. Chelsea Leming Joseph Bernice Halligan

    October 22, 2015 at 2:03 pm

    check out blue bell books short story slam week 31 today.


  2. Chelsea Leming Joseph Bernice Halligan

    October 22, 2015 at 2:02 pm

    a good family relation is needed for confidence.


  3. hypercryptical

    October 14, 2015 at 8:50 am

    A lovely story, a big smile crossed my face at the close.
    Anna :o]


  4. glmeisner

    October 13, 2015 at 8:54 am

    Moms always seem to know don’t they.


  5. humbird

    October 12, 2015 at 4:51 pm

    Nice memories…


  6. Nataša Dolenc

    October 12, 2015 at 2:01 pm

    a very wise woman.


  7. Jae Rose

    October 12, 2015 at 8:58 am

    A wonderful pome – sometimes boundaries open up a conversation – that can only be a good thing!


  8. dsnake1

    October 12, 2015 at 8:05 am

    you don’t have to tell. they know. 🙂


  9. Sumana Roy

    October 11, 2015 at 11:47 pm

    ah…mothers have special eyes and can foresee 🙂


  10. kanzensakura

    October 11, 2015 at 11:35 pm

    You can fool many people but never ever your mother!


  11. Susan

    October 11, 2015 at 11:26 pm

    Your word picture rings true and clear … the clean and combed and stuffed and waiting …. nice.


  12. Sanaa Rizvi

    October 11, 2015 at 5:08 pm

    Well this just proves that mothers are always right 🙂
    Have a nice weekend.


  13. Gillena Cox

    October 11, 2015 at 4:50 pm

    LOL nice remembrances

    have a good Sunday

    much love…


  14. Sherry Marr

    October 11, 2015 at 3:05 pm

    I love the photo of your mother. I can see her in the over stuffed chair (my fave kind of chair), and her wry drawl…”Sooooo…..what’s her name?”

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    October 11, 2015 at 2:19 pm

    A mother always know.. a surprise for sure.

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Mary

    October 11, 2015 at 2:04 pm

    Ha, isn’t it funny how a mother always knows???



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