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Tales My Mother Tells

(7/5 Trochee form) “You were such a sweet smart girl,” my mom says to me when I ask her how I was in my infancy. Then she always tells me how early I first talked, saying “Jesus loves me” first; At six months I walked! And she says another thing making me feel good. Always I obeyed her by doing what I should. Mother says I helped her teach Jenny what to do. Jenny was five months old when I had turned two. Since I’d potty trained myself after I’d turned one, Mom says I trained Jenny too. Then when Jen was done. . . I trained Melanie, born next after I was three, So I guess a teacher’s what I was meant to be! Just one thing about me, though, drove my parents mad. When they put me down to sleep, I was very bad. Whether it was eight or nine, even after ten, I would yelp like some crazed pup locked up in a pen. Mother hated doing it, but my father said, “Let her be. Just let her scream in her little bed.” So they shut my door so they’d block my screeching out. And I must have hollered till I wore myself out! Once, my head got stuck between railings of my bed. Doc says now my neck sits wrong underneath my head! And I nearly lost an eye - Fell while running ‘round. For the doc to stitch me, four nurses held me down. Once while Mom learned how to park (I was just a sprout), sitting fiddling with the door, somehow I fell out. Mom backed up, then turned and saw I was not in sight. I was underneath a tire, winter coat on tight! Did my Mom exaggerate? Doc said, “Good to go!” Was I saved by my thick coat? Guess I’ll never know. These are tales my mother tells. One thing seems my fate. . . Nobody can make me sleep before very late!!! For Catie Lindsay's "Baby Boo's Shoes - Quickly Contest"

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Date: 11/5/2010 1:18:00 PM
Now this was a joy for me to read.I really enjoyed this one Andrea.Thanks so much for your wonderful comments.Teresa
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Date: 8/29/2010 10:12:00 AM
Great Craic - as they would say in Ireland - Andrea!
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Date: 8/22/2010 10:00:00 AM
Haha, don't worry about returning a comment if I have nothing new for you. I think there may be just one left 'Tattered jeans and old t-shirts', but save that for another time, incase I don't write quick enough ;)
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Date: 8/22/2010 9:47:00 AM
Oh my, no wonder you can't sleep, you're traumatised by your childhood memories, haha. Cute write & glad you lived to tell the tale, albeit with a few scars & a wonky neck ;) ~ Sharon
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Date: 8/21/2010 11:27:00 AM
this was a horrifing tale. i would have put you up for adoption in russia. jhl
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Date: 8/20/2010 7:49:00 AM
Oh this is wonderful Andrea! So much here and cleverly done! Its a wonder any of us make it through childhood! This was very enjoyable! hugs, Kris~
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Date: 8/17/2010 7:13:00 PM
What a precious poem Andrea.. simple and cute but powerful and intriguing to the reader.. enjoyed learning about that baddie little Andie lurking round..haha.. good luck in the contest.. awesome work..my friend.. a winner..luv..ciao..right?
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Date: 8/17/2010 6:41:00 PM
Andrea, you are smart! Hey I was pulling your leg,, your poems and comment get right down to the point. By the way it is amazing how a mothers love and words are never forgotten. I think that is where we get that unconditional love. Sweet mothers and their tales and how it helps us adjust in life,, well it did on me,,LOL.. Enjoyed your poem,..p.d.
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Date: 8/17/2010 3:22:00 PM
Such a charming story!
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Date: 8/17/2010 2:48:00 PM
Good luck in the contest with this alluring write that drew me in and held my attention..Keep the creative pen flowing..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Sara
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Date: 8/17/2010 2:46:00 PM
it was just last Christmas actually hahaha- my dad ran over my big toe (I was even wearing flip flops)!! no major damage though, good thing my big toe is cushioned...Haha crazy, I still remember the look on his face, I thought I was gonna give him a heart attack--will tell you all about it next time-- not much to tell but it was so funny!
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Date: 8/17/2010 2:43:00 PM
This was such a fun fun read dear Andrea! wow, you sure were a wonder child! Your first words made me say, Wow! & walking at 6 months!!! and you sure got into odd scrapes too but I'm just glad you got out of them pretty much intact (well not for your neck though, that must be tough & such an ouchy) & my however did that happen you falling out? Thank goodness for your coat!made me smile though since me, I was already OLD when I got run over by something---
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Date: 8/17/2010 12:34:00 PM
Andrea, your poem reveals much about your vibrant personality and talent even at todler stage. Great poem! Good luck in the contest. I love it that you wrote this in your own form you created! Love, Connie
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Date: 8/17/2010 12:06:00 PM
I enjoyed reading your poetry today Andrea. The best to you in Catie's contest. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/17/2010 6:53:00 AM
You were born to teach, Andrea. Wish your parents had tried telling you stories -- they helped me fall asleep. Enjoyed your poem -- sounds like we're both late nighters now! (My mother saw to it we were potty trained early as well.) Best wishes in the contest. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 8/17/2010 6:35:00 AM
I liked this very much, these tales from a young life, shared by a mother with that daughter who retells the escapades with us all here. Thanks Andrea, for sharing this and for your recent comment on my latest post...Appreciated! Carol
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Date: 8/17/2010 4:58:00 AM
Enjoyed the memories Andrea that's probably one of the reason sleep still evades you hey? btw I was refering to myself in the "fastidious goat" piece :) best wishes for Catie's contest... Love Wilma
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Date: 8/17/2010 3:49:00 AM
Good memories of a mother nicely expressed, Andrea. Good luck
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Date: 8/17/2010 1:59:00 AM
What an adventure, growing up can be, excellent poem, good luck in contest. Harry
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Date: 8/17/2010 1:27:00 AM
lol.jesus loves me were your first words.thats cuuute! you almost lost an eye, SCARY. omg, you were "under" a tire? i must say, we always get beat up during our child years.but at least you've known you were a teacher all your life.lol. teachers know how to scream! thats good quality. ~Always&Forever Lynette
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Date: 8/16/2010 7:32:00 PM
The blessings of childhood
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