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.


Written for Rochelle

About oneta hayes

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...
This entry was posted in aging, family, Friday Fictioneers, memories, mothers, Rochelle's picture prompt, senility, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

35 Responses to SADIE BECOMES A LADY

  1. James McEwan says:

    Lovely and delightful.

  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like those last two lines where we find out that man was her son.

  3. neilmacdon says:

    The rhythm of this fits the words so well

  4. What a great ending to the poem. Blessings.

  5. Salvageable says:

    I’ve known several such Sadies in my time. A lovely picture, with a touch of sadness. J.

  6. ahtdoucette says:

    What an image in this line “Her mind is laced with memories” – such an evocative line there. A beautiful story very well told.

  7. says:

    Oh this is so sweet and so touching.
    Thanks for being the eternal optimist.

    • oneta hayes says:

      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.

  8. Marsha says:

    Sweet story, Oneta. Sad as well. I loved her memories and her still sweet relationship with her son.

  9. 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.

  10. Dale says:

    Sweet story, Oneta!

  11. Aww, that’s a such a bittersweet story. I loved it. Great job.

  12. Michael Humphris says:

    This flowed beautifully,

  13. ellenbest24 says:

    This made a smile spread hugely across my chops, remembering my own skinned knees and ribbonless locks. 😘😍

  14. Lovely surprising twist at the end. A bit heartbreaking.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s