Today I must confess
That I’m a Mama’s Boy
No reticence about it
I declare it with pure joy
We started out together
I was born in Mama’s bed
I remember how she lived
More than the words she said
My Dad was a preacher
And Mom a preacher’s wife
It was Dad who did the talking
But it was Mom who lived the life
Mama always loved us
No matter what we did
She would tear our backside up
But Mom still loved her kid
There seldom was enough
But she made it go around
She often slept still hungry
When she laid her children down
Life was hard and desperate
Dad I could seldom please
I think what brought me through
Was my Mama on her knees
I’ve seen some hard road
Just like my Mama did
Mom’s life served me well
In the raising of my kid
What Mama couldn’t teach me
Was how quickly the years would go
How soon her youth would leave
And how soon her step would slow
The Mom who heard my infant cry
Listened for my step at the door
So soon grew old and feeble
And can’t hear me any more
In my heart I tremble
When I think of the day
That God will send His angel
To take my Mom away
But there will be a time
When I will hear with joy
St. Peter at the gate
Say , ” Here comes Mama’s Boy ! “
-Karl Hansen ( The Rustic Rhymer ) Oct. 21 , 2001
Mom passed at age ninety three in March of 2003 .
