Nancy L. Meek

FROM LOOKING UP

Looking up to Mamma
From the hem of her dress,
She taught me how to walk
And clean up all my mess.

Looking up to Mamma
From the apron ‘round her waist,
She taught me all she knew
‘bout manners and good taste.

Looking up to Mamma
From the pew on Sunday morn’,
She taught me how to sing
Our praises to the Lord.

Looking up to Mamma
From the smile she always wore,
She taught me ‘bout marriage
And what it held in store.

Looking up to Mamma
From my delivery bed,
She taught me ‘bout nursing
And how a baby’s fed.

Looking up to Mamma
From then and from now on,
She taught me ‘bout her shoes
And how to put them on.