Category: Motherhood

A house is a part of a family;
So are pillows, and bookshelf and sieve;
But a mansion (with moss) would still be a loss
Without mother to make the home live.

There are children, of course, in a family;
Dads have a respectable part;
But regarding the whole, who has whichever role,
It’s mother who gives it the heart.

So let’s us, without fuss, sing her praises;
Quietly (so she can hear!)
Though we call it her day on one Sunday in May,
It’s all hers, all the way, the whole year….

by Ray Romine Monday, January 15, 1951

Mother sees them hang from trees,
Bang their heads and skin their knees;
Past various and assorted bumps,
She watches them survive the mumps,
Tonsilitis, whooping-cough;
She soothes, and laughs these “trifles” off.
And then, the day they’re safely wed,
The dam is burst, and tears are shed!

by Ray Romine Monday, August 7, 1950

It may or may not have a bearing,
But when your modern mater
Does put her foot down firmly
– It’s on the accelerator.

by Ray Romine Friday, December 1, 1950