And Life Goes On - Poem by chuck Hurley
My Mother's children counted up to seven
Each one had come from heaven.
I am sure my Mother was practical with what she had
The guy she married didn't help much but that was my dad.
Each of us had behavioral, conscience and school problems to cope
My Father solved everything by calling one or the other a dope.
Most people said everything would be okay by the age of reason
Mother kept waiting and waiting for the coming mature season.
We had aggressive maturity, normal maturity and like me no maturity
But my beloved Mother always thought I was the one with purity.
Each of us were separate and unique with urges of one kind or another
I did n't have to worry for I could always blame my older brother.
School was my down fall and I can't exlain why
Teachers were the besrt and I remember the waste and want to cry.
I lasted until my junior year and Mother could no longer yell
I really believe with seven children; she thought she was in hell.
Imagine you have one or perhaps two or even three
Mother had a whole family tree.
Seven times the worry and woe
Seven times the words that said, 'I told you so'.
But in retrospect my Mother was our champion for life
She did what she did because of God and title of wife.
I know she has a special place in the land of never
To do what she wants for as long as she wants; forever.
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