Mamoo And Me

We all have different names we call our grandmother.
Some use Mammaw, Nana, grandma or some other.
My cousin Bill first called my grandmother, Mamoo.
By the time I was born, that name would have to do.

I spent every summer with my dear grandmother.
She could cook fried chicken like no other.
Every Fourth of July she'd buy me a lot of fireworks.
Spending much time with her had so many perks.

Sunday night after church we'd go for ice cream.
Making me gain weight I think was her scheme.
Every morning she would wake me with song.
I knew deep inside this woman could do no wrong.

We'd go fishing till she thought we'd caught enough.
She'd tell me we're through, but I knew it was a bluff.
Mamoo kept on fishing at our favorite stocked pond.
I'd since gone to the car now unable to respond.

I loved her more than any grandmother in the world.
Life is still wonderful because of what she unfurled.
One day, I will honor her through my grandchildren.
I'll do for them as she did for me with a bigger grin.

by Manager Poet

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