The Meanest Mom in the World ?
We had the meanest mother in the whole
world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast,
we had to have cereal, juice, and toast.
When others had a Coke and a Twinkie for lunch,
we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess that
our mom fixed us dinners that were much
different from what other kids had, too.

Mom insisted on knowing
where we were at all times.
You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were,
and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we would
be gone for an hour, we would be
gone for an hour or less.
She wouldn't let our friends just honk
the horn when they drove up.
They had to come up to the
door so she could meet them.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she
had the nerve to break the Child
Labor Laws by making us work.
We had to wash the dishes, make the beds,
learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry,
and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night
thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers,
she could read our minds, and life was really tough.
Because of our mother we missed
out on lots of things other kids experienced.
None of us has ever been caught shoplifting,
vandalizing others' property,
or arrested for any crime.
It was all her fault.
We never had that first drink, never
lit up a single cigarette, never stayed
out all night, and never did a
million other things other kids did.
Sundays were reserved for church
services, and we never missed once.
We knew better than to ask to
spend the night with a friend on Saturdays.
Now that we have left home, we are
all God-fearing, educated, honest adults.
We are doing our best to be
mean parents just like our mom was.
I thank God for giving me
the meanest Mother in the world.
Blessings on that Wonderful Woman