August 7th...”IN YOUR FARM DAYS (AND BEYOND) DID YOUR DOCTOR MOM HAVE A FAVORITE REMEDY TO FIX A SICK TUMMY OR INJURY?”
POEM – “God Bless Our Doctor Mom!” by N. Elliott Noorlun
God bless our Doctor Mom, For always being there,
To aid our may owees, From our toes up to our hair.
From trips and falls, Upon our knees, To bruises on our bum,
To injuries that happened, That we didn’t know what from.
Sometimes she’d kiss and blow, Our owee pain away,
Then shoo us from her presence, To go back out to play.
But sometimes blood was ooozing, We’d run to her in fright,
Then out would come the Band-aids, To hide the OUCH from sight.
Tis amazing how a Band-aid, Applied with gentle love,
Can brush away the tears that flowed, Like kiss from little dove.
Of course, there were occasions, When the pain was placed within,
So out would come the bottle, Of ol’ Bayer Aspirin.
“Now drink this down”, “And give it time”, Our Doctor Mom would say,
“And soon your headache’ll POOF be gone”, “You’ll be ready for more fun play!”,
She had no college medical degree, But we trusted her completely,
As she approached our every need, Administering love so sweetly.
There were, on two occasions, When barefoot I did run,
Nails poked inside my little boy feet, Such an ouch that weren’t no fun.
Blood poisoning, Was what I had, And poultice was applied,
To draw out all the poisons, Or else I may have died.
Throughout her life, She’s been a wife, And yet, she’s been much more,
When life got terse, She became our nurse, With a mother’s love galore!!!!
Norwegian Farmer's Son 