My Mom's Poetry at 7 Years Old

My 88 Year Old Mother Downs Another Martini

My mom celebrated her 88th birthday recently.  I'm happy to say that she is in really good shape for the shape she's in, and in  possession of a quick wit and mind. 

My Mom---Age 19

While going through some old family papers recently, I came across this copy of a poem she wrote when she was about 7 years old.  It's pretty good.  Made me laugh.

My Mom---Age 6 Years

Yes, there is a typo here and there and the meter could use some fine-tuning, but for a child that young, I'm pretty impressed.  I plan to show her this poem when I see her at Christmas---I wonder if she will remember it.  I hope you enjoy it!

POMS.  (supposed to be "poems")
           By  Aileen Clinton

One dark night
When the moon was pale
For the want of light
In a little rude hut
In a little rude town
The rudest hut for miles around
A man was trembling
With fear and fright
For he was afraid to die that night
He called his wife to come and sit with him to the last
For he was dying dying fast
He told her he would soon be nocking at God's golden door
Asking if there were room for one more
He told her that and no more
All he heard was her wailing cry
And with that he died

               Holy  M i g h t

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