Sunday, May 10, 2009

mom

When I was a boy I did not want to get out of bed and go to school. She would plead, softly, not whining. Lastly, she would straighten and smooth the bed covers tucking them up under my chin. It confused me so much I got out of bed, dressed, and went to school. You can't learn that in books, no sir.

2 Comments:

Blogger Blog Princess G said...

Wonderful reminiscence Phil. Hope you are well. I've missed your blog. You are a writer of such quality!

5/11/2009 11:32 PM  
Blogger phil said...


thanks, G. :)
I'm ok. Was just thinking of you today. Return to blogging soon, ok?

5/12/2009 12:15 AM  

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