Ode to Dear Mother

Sharolyn McCoy

English Major & History Minor—4th Year

Oh, Mother dear mother, so very sublime;

I’m eight and already toeing the line.

Honey, your apron, here’s how you tie;

Now get that small stool, and we’ll make this pie.

Unravel the sack, this print is your style,

We’ll pattern your skirt, then sew for a while.

You’re now turning ten she says to me;

It’s tap and ballet for young ladies you see!

Be gentle and kind she taught me so well,

Oh, Mother dear mother, my sweet southern belle.

One year of charm school, manners galore.

Walk steady in heels, glide light on the floor.

I’m heading for teens must charm DeMolays;

Dance Rainbow girl, the waltz S'il vous plaît.

It’s music and art now I must refine,

To please my dear mother’s idea of fine.

Now learning proper courting etiquette,

Can’t let my young man ever see me sweat.

Must keep my thoughts above the fray,

I’ll follow my dreams along the way.

But mother’s words are always there,

Guiding, still guiding; some things to beware.

Spanish and English meant culture for true;

But shorthand and typing now must get me through.

My cap and gown then donned with delight;

My Mom in the crowd, beaming with light!

A hug and a kiss; she was so proud.

Her precious sweet girl with culture endowed.

I’d give all I have if she could see the array,

Of the woman’s woman that I am today.