denise ippolito
08-12-2009, 10:32 PM
She was a beauty so they told us
Though we already knew
She was always there for each of us
Whatever she could do
Her blonde locks and her baby blues
Were not something she would share
All the languages that she learned
Were spoken without a care
She once said a mother's job
Was to teach us independence
We never understood those words
But they now make perfect sense
One day the aggressive pain
Became too much to bear alone
And soon the Whiffenpoof would
Be calling her to come back home
Then we were four little lambs
Who had lost our way
bah bah bah...
When we were kids our mother would sing the "Whiffenpoof Song" to us-It was her father's favorite song.
We lost our mother to cancer 14 years ago.
This is a painting of my mother as a child, which I never finished. I took a picture of it and added an Orton effect.
Though we already knew
She was always there for each of us
Whatever she could do
Her blonde locks and her baby blues
Were not something she would share
All the languages that she learned
Were spoken without a care
She once said a mother's job
Was to teach us independence
We never understood those words
But they now make perfect sense
One day the aggressive pain
Became too much to bear alone
And soon the Whiffenpoof would
Be calling her to come back home
Then we were four little lambs
Who had lost our way
bah bah bah...
When we were kids our mother would sing the "Whiffenpoof Song" to us-It was her father's favorite song.
We lost our mother to cancer 14 years ago.
This is a painting of my mother as a child, which I never finished. I took a picture of it and added an Orton effect.