When I was bad,
You would threaten to stop the car.
Luckily those threats never went too far.
You used to send me to the corner store owned by those Greek folks.
Just so I could pick you up a couple packs of smokes.
I miss you chasing me around the house with that big wooden spoon.
It’s a good thing I grew up big way too soon.
You were tough on us and ruled our house with a mighty, iron fist.
Too bad you are too old to have a firm grasp on the internet so you could see this.Â
Happy Mother’s Day Mommy.
Love, Â Stevey