On Mother’s Day

Mom never had a potato peeler
Back when one cost a dime
She used a knife for doing that
And cut herself sometimes

A dime could buy a can of soup
Or bread for us four kids
One of many loving things
My mother did

She cashed my father’s weekly check
At the local Kroger store
Made sure that we had food and clothes
I never knew we were poor

Popsicles in the summertime
Hot popcorn, such a treat
And bread and gravy sometimes
At the end of a difficult week

No one trained her to be a mother
She did it on your own
With very little money
And a scary unknown

So thank you, Mom, we’ve all grown up
Successful in what we sought
And now it is on Mother’s Day
You’re in our every thought