James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)|
A BOY'S MOTHER
MY mother she's so good to me,
Ef I was good as I could be,
I couldn't be as goodno, sir!
Can't any boy be good as her!
She loves me when I'm glad er sad;
She loves me when I'm good er bad;
An', what's a funniest thing, she says
She loves me when she punishes.
I don't like her to punish me.
That don't hurt,but it hurts to see
Her cryin'.Nen I cry; an' nen
We both cry an' be good again.
She loves me when she cuts an' sews
My little cloak an' Sund'y clothes;
An' when my Pa comes home to tea,
She loves him most as much as me.
She laughs an' tells him all I said,
An' grabs me up an' pats my head;
An' I hug her, an' hug my Pa
An' love him purt' nigh as much as as Ma.
The above poem can be found in:
Riley, James Whitcomb. The Complete Poetical Works of James Whitcomb
Riley. Indianapolis, IN: Indiana University Press, 1993.