Mom’s song.

Mom, bless her heart, used to crack us up.

She would be looking through her cookbooks, while warbling, badly, loudly, headset blaring, to only God knew what!

HAHAHAHAHA!

Mom, didn’t care. She sang and hummed, hummed and sang. Until, curious, we would ask her what in all that was holy was she singing???!!!

She would laugh and say “guuurrrl”πŸ€—πŸ₯°πŸŽ§πŸ€£πŸ˜³

Snatching the offending headset, we would don them to figure out what the world she had been listening to…

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The songs NEVER sounded like the what in the fresh what the world, mom had been singing.

Ah, mom, I miss your song. I miss you.

Now, I find her voice, coming out of MY mouth. Appears her ‘just you wait’ really were truths, not threats.

I find myself singing and doing and being more like my mom, than I thought I would ever be.😳🀣πŸ₯°πŸ€—πŸ˜‚

So, be careful when laughing at a mom. Her hex is dangerous. πŸ€—

Mom, I miss your song.

singing badly with you,

Cassandra

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