Where's Momma?

I heard the lovely poem below today on "Country Gold" with Randy Owen. I raced to work so that I could write down the name of the poem and share it with everyone. It is Mother's day today and lots of flowers, cards and dinners were shared with their best lady, Mom, around the country. But to those of us whose mother's have passed away, we have our memories.  Whether Mom was an angel or the devil at times, she was still Mom.  Most of all, we loved her and there is no greater gift than love.

      

Comes in flying from the street; 

"Where's Momma?"

Friend or stranger thus he'll greet:

"Where's Momma?"

Doesn't want to say hello,

home from school or play he'll go

straight to what he wants to know:

"Where's Momma?"

Many times a day he'll shout,

"Where's Momma?"

Seems afraid that she's gone out;

"Where's Momma?"

Is his first thought at the door--

She's the one he's looking for, 

and he questions o'er and o'er,

"Where's Momma?"

Can't be happy till he knows;

"Where's Momma?"

So, he begs us to disclose

"Where's Momma?"

and it often seems to me 

as I hear his anxious plea, 

That no sweeter phrase can be:

"Where's Momma?"

Like to hear it day by day;

"Where's Momma?"

Loveliest phrase that lips can say:

"Where's Momma?"

and I pray as time shall flow,

and the long years come and go,

that he'll always want to know

"Where's Momma?"

 Written by Edgar A. Guest