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Author Name: Freedyoung 4 Comments
Date Added: June 14, 2004 22:06:27 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Happy Flag Day, Mom
I worked at the mall in the software store.
Geeky managers loved telling the blonde girl what to do.
I was engaged to a man that never loved me.
You loved me regardless, as you always do.

In you walked holding a Dillard's box.
From the other end of the mall I worked in.
Your presence made the managers shrink.
I couldn't help but grin.

You handed me the box and requested that I open it.
Inside two perfect, matching, mismatched mugs.
Two items from the terribly expensive dishes I had picked.
I gave you "thank you's" and we exchanged hugs.

Managers cowering in the corner watched me ask you,
"What on earth is this for?"
"Happy Flag Day," you said and smiled your special brand of smile.
Then said goodbye and strutted out the door.

I was forced by him to return all the dishes
That I had registered for.
But every Flag Day I think about those mugs,
The petrified managers, and the mother I adore.

Happy Flag Day, Mom
Author's Notes:
My Mom is classic. She's tall, in great shape, with naturally blonde hair (even at almost 60), sparkling blue eyes, and a smile that caught the most popular guy at Kilgore College (my Dad). The managers cowered at her because she treated them the way they tried to treat me. I paid for it later, but it was worth it when she came into the store.
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Comments:
Comment By: PremiumPaul on August 20, 2006 12:29:44 AM Report
Moms are great - aren't they
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on June 28, 2004 01:32:34 AM Report
I think I would like your mom and you,to boot,Dori..len
Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on June 22, 2004 04:42:17 AM Report
Dori, this is truly heart warming. What a gal is your Mom. The unexpected gift and the intimidation act sound a lot like my Mom. I love a woman who is strong enough to make grown men cower. Well done. Both of you. ML
Comment By: FreeGay Johnson on June 14, 2004 11:04:27 PM Report
A very cool write. Your mom is great!!!
Gentle Dove




 


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