Back In The Day (1937) My Mom Poem by WES Vogler

When seven years old I visited a lot
Just another wandering tot
Mischievous as a little mouse
They were building a big old house

This in my life was a major event
Through a not-yet-glassed window I went
And jumped down on to the floor
Finding nails in boards galore

A six-inch spike went up through my shoe
And into my foot. My reaction was Ooh
So what does a seven year old do but bawl
And head for home, board and all.

That's where mom is and that's where you go
She can fix anything sure as you know.
The board was removed with a vigorous pull
Alas there was stuff in my shoe. It was full.

She cleaned my foot with water that's hot
I yelled as you would expect from a tot
Then she bound it up with a poultice of Oats
Left for a week... (unsavory quotes)

She removed the cloths and woddayaknow
My foot was as clean as a drifting of snow.
No sign of a nail-hole.. which was surprising
And I walked on it with spirits up-rising

Thats how it was in the dirty thirties
No time and no money for'poor me' hurties
But we always had a full-time mom
And she came with a constantly-filled-up tum

(thanks, mom.. she left us at ninety-five)


WES Vogler