What Mama did - in honour of our mothers.
Mama did words.
Mama did funny, crazy poems and sayings that got stuck in her brain from childhood and the English text books of her past.
‘Let me sew you to your sheet.’
‘Nothin’ but boxes of birdseed.’
Not to mention the family gatherings that finished with sore cheeks from laughing hard at poems she’d recite (complete with pommy accent) all about that poor Albert bloke.
Mama did scripture; a verse for every action. Good or bad.
‘Be sure your sins will find you out.’
‘How good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity.’
Mama did ‘language school’ in preparation for possible overseas missionary work. Then Mama was my sole truly interested audience, years later, when I learned the difference between a fricative and a bilabial flap. And all about the Great Vowel Shift. No Mama, not bowel!
Mama did words – and Mama still does. Capturing moments in beautiful poems; that we may laugh, or cry, be healed, or just remember…
Now, your turn…