RWD
01-22-2008, 09:57 AM
I thought since I wrote this about a woman that it could go here. I trust LA will move it if it needs to go elsewhere.
The Brat
Aren’t you the Brat,
she said with a twinkle in her eye
I was bouncing on her knee,
After a good cry
Careful you brat,
She said smiling in play
as I drove away with my date,
in my MGA
You’re a handsome brat,
She said with pride in her eyes
My Uniform crisp
It was a tearful goodbye
You know he’s a brat.
She said to my bride
Make him behave
If he won’t, skin his hide
You’re just like that brat,
She said to our child
Pointing to me,
As they giggled and smiled
Your are my brat,
She said with pride
Her gray hair in a tangle
Her arms open wide
You are still a brat,
She said, eyes fading fast
A life full of memories
With that said, she passed
Daddy, I’m not a brat!
She said with a pout
I said oh yes you are
Of that there’s no doubt!
In loving memory of my Mother Laura Ella Dalton, Who died in complications from Breast Cancer, 1994
RWD
The Brat
Aren’t you the Brat,
she said with a twinkle in her eye
I was bouncing on her knee,
After a good cry
Careful you brat,
She said smiling in play
as I drove away with my date,
in my MGA
You’re a handsome brat,
She said with pride in her eyes
My Uniform crisp
It was a tearful goodbye
You know he’s a brat.
She said to my bride
Make him behave
If he won’t, skin his hide
You’re just like that brat,
She said to our child
Pointing to me,
As they giggled and smiled
Your are my brat,
She said with pride
Her gray hair in a tangle
Her arms open wide
You are still a brat,
She said, eyes fading fast
A life full of memories
With that said, she passed
Daddy, I’m not a brat!
She said with a pout
I said oh yes you are
Of that there’s no doubt!
In loving memory of my Mother Laura Ella Dalton, Who died in complications from Breast Cancer, 1994
RWD