Remembering my Mama

By Joan Watler Wilson

Blanche (nee Bodden) Watler was born in George Town, Grand Cayman on 20^thSeptember 1890 and died 29^th April 1977.

Always remember your Mama – keep her close to you heart

The Poem I wrote for my Mother but I dedicate to EVERY MOTHER

A VERY HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY THIS SUNDAY 10

MOTHER (Better known as Mama)

‘Mama’ as we called her was so quiet and sweet

To hug and kiss her was really a treat.

She was fat like mothers of her day you see

Having nine healthy children she was pleased as could be.

She never wandered far from home – no way,

She kept watch for our return each and every day

Anxious that we’d each eat the food she’d prepared

With enough left for the less fortunate we always shared.

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Mama loved her garden and we could always find her there

Planting, transplanting and weeding we knew she cared.

At evening time you could smell the perfume and powder

With a hat on her head no one could be prouder,

Especially if we were going to church where we’d be together.

I mean she was like a mother hen so proud to be gathered.

With no telephones her voice came across the bush

Shouting – especially for me, I really had to rush.

You see those days we visited each other to play or sing

All our homes had porches and each had a swing.

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Alas, when I was at the age of eight years

Mama’s happiness turned to tears

W.W.11 was raging and the enemy was all around

Suddenly mama was even more quiet and hardly made a sound,

Her oldest son, our brother was at sea and very much involved.

Mama kept listening for news – for the conflict to be resolved

Tears poured from mama’s eyes as she kept looking to the west,

Sitting in her swing she silently prayed and thought it best

“Oh God,” she said, “My precious son is at sea,

Please keep him safe and return him to me.”

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And this is what mothers have to face today

The uncertainty in one’s heart to lose a son at war or play.

In our beautiful society illegal drugs play a big part

Do your thing report, your suspicions before they start.

Share your love with your mother every day she is alive and remember her always until your day is done.

AND ESPECIALLY THIS SUNDAY ON MOTHER”S DAY