There once was a child named Sadie
Who bounced, jumped, and twirled
As bands slipped from hair uncurled.
Would Sadie ever become a lady?
Now ninety, age has done her no favors
And sitting has now replaced labors.
Her mind is laced with memories:
Little Sadie with skinned up knees,
Learning manners, like saying “please”
And cover your mouth when you sneeze.
Sadie watches as a man came to push her chair
She reached up and patted his hand.
Saying “Who raised you? You’re a fine young man?”
“You did, Mom,” he said, adjusting the ribbon in her hair.
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Written for Rochelle https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/12/02/4-december-2020/
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ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
Lovely and delightful.
Thank you, James.
I like those last two lines where we find out that man was her son.
The fine young man honored his mother. Sadie had been doing things right.
The rhythm of this fits the words so well
Thank you. I had to read aloud several times.
What a great ending to the poem. Blessings.
She is reaping some reward for having sewn honor in her son.
I’ve known several such Sadies in my time. A lovely picture, with a touch of sadness. J.
Ahhh. My mother-in-law was one. In the end she did not know her family – but could still sing the hymns. I was so thankful for that.
What an image in this line “Her mind is laced with memories” – such an evocative line there. A beautiful story very well told.
What a nice comment. You are gifted with the words to make a writer feel well paid.
Oh this is so sweet and so touching.
Thanks for being the eternal optimist.
Mostly – but not always – God keeps his children in peace. Hard to understand when one has to go through a traumatic valley on his/her way “home.” Thanks much, Kathy.
Sweet story, Oneta. Sad as well. I loved her memories and her still sweet relationship with her son.
Thank you, Marsha. I believe I have that kind of sons, two of them. I’m thankful.
How fortunate you are. I hope you never need them in that same way. 🙂
Oh, so true.
Have a great week. See you Wednesday when the new WQWWC challenge comes out.
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A beautiful story, and sad at the same time because she forgets. But, she did a wonderful job in raising him right. He’s there to care for her.
Yes. I am so sadden when I see older people forsaken by their children. Happens much too often to those in rest homes. Very few who get past the stage of wanting a soft human touch. Besides that, it is rewarding to the “giver.”
It certainly is rewarding and the giver receives much more, I think! Stay well, Oneta!
Sweet story, Oneta!
Thanks, Dale. I’m happy to see you have been over. Best to you.
Aww, that’s a such a bittersweet story. I loved it. Great job.
-David
Thanks, David. I enjoyed going over to your blog. I left a follow. I think I will want more of your “menu.” 😀 Your bluff on the ant story had me fooled.
This flowed beautifully,
Thank you, Michael. I tried to find you but couldn’t. Maybe you are not on Word Press. Best to you.
This made a smile spread hugely across my chops, remembering my own skinned knees and ribbonless locks. 😘😍
What a sweet and welcomed comment. You bounced those curl holders right out of your hair. And you sound like you still bounce. Thank you.
I am indeed a bouncy fun person. I was once young and great fun with my cup half full and my grin ready with my tongue- in- cheek humour. The only change is I am a bigger number and a tad slower🤣😘 Merry Christmas Oneta.
Thank you. Let’s journey together for a while. I’ll come find you.
Lovely surprising twist at the end. A bit heartbreaking.
Yes, it is indeed heartbreaking. Especially so for those who have no one left to care and for those who find it impossible to care for the moms and dads they love.