Mom thinks that I complain too much. That really isn’t true.
I’m happy with a lot of things, if you want my point of view.
She said if I was seated upon a pot of gold
It would take me just a minute to find the pot too cold.
I’ll give you one example, though I have quite a few,
I’ve always told my Mother I hate her homemade stew.
Tonight I had a bowl full, and I ate every drop.
I didn’t even tell Mom her recipe’s a flop.
She said it was Bonna’s stew, as I tried to get it down.
I said,” Well that explains it. It’s been all over town.”
Bonna, Kitty, Elna, and Mom make casseroles galore
They’re the food swap ladies like you’ve never seen before.
We all sit at our tables and stare at empty plates.
My brother runs the food around while everybody waits.
Will we have Mom’s beans tonight with Kitty’s southern cornbread?
Or Elna’s tuna noodle dish that her kids have all been fed?
The food swap ladies method works , with just one small exception
One they didn’t think about upon the plan’s conception.
When Billy walks through the door with his heavy sack,
We’ve said a prayer Mom doesn’t get her own leftovers back!
I apologize that my stories have come at odd times the last couple of days. It’s my plan to post Murdo Girl between 7 and 9 each evening, beginning Saturday. I have really enjoyed writing about my Murdo memories. I hope you’re getting a smile or two as well.