poems for my mother

         DON'T BE LATE FOR SUPPER


"Ya'll don't be late for Supper"

With a day leisure and Mother's words
Ringing in my ears I'm off
As if I could possibly be
Late for supper

The five pancakes and sausage I had for bgreafast
The biscuit and jelly in my pocket ain't about to make me
Late for supper

Might stop by the Gartman's Orchard snd swipe a peach
The Romine's should have cantaloupes getting ripe
Might help some but not enough make me
Late for supper

Heard the Howard's planted a watermelon patch over close to the school house
If I went over to see Widow White"s
She would probally give me a cookie and a glass of milk
But ain't about to be
Late for supper

Years later when I was married she would say
"If you're coming by this evening don't be
Late for supper"

When I finis this life and I see Mamma in heaven
First thing I'm going to say
Told you I wasn't about to be
Late for Supper

Gardner