Mama’s Song

Lyna Jewell’s my momma
Padgett was her maiden name
Born in Kingman Kansas
On the edge of the western plain
The barber’s daughter played a mean fiddle
But never sought fortune or fame
Full time mom to me and my bro
We loved her just the same
Moved down to West Texas after W W Two
Daddy started college on the GI Bill
And fought those GI Blues
She nursed him back from the fear and flack
That racked his body and soul
They’d roll up the rug
Do the jitterbug
To Hank on the radio
Grandkids call her Mimi
Makes some mean milk shakes
Hostess with the mostess
Grillin’ those long horn steaks
Loved to laundry for all her brood
Never had a sordid affair
Her idea of action
Is rockin in her rockin chair
She could dance going backwards on roller skates
And I never heard her cuss
Know in heaven she’ll have a corner lot
Maybe next to Elvis
Shared 66 years
The laughs and the fears
With my dear ol daddy Fred
Come Sunday she’ll be at the Church of Christ
Or she’ll be stone cold dead