For Mom

Ginny girl, you are my pearl, you are my pearl, you’re my Ginny girl!
The boy is back! The dad-bone-boy is back!
Ready to sign them paypas, paypas, paypas?
Sing praise to the Lord all ye righteous ones; praise is becoming to the upright!

She doesn’t whistle while she works; she sings
And when she’s cooking she stomps a beat,
Joy bursting from her hands and her feet–
Stirring up cabbage and other things.
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