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Chapter 52 of the book 2020
just because
"Mama Said ... If It's Not Yours" by Barb Hensongispsaca
My Mama's honesty was known,
but mine was one that needed honed.
When someone wanted good advice,
they'd go to Mom and not think twice.

You could trust Mama with your life,
she held her honor like a knife.
But it took me a time or two
of trials to figure what to do.

When I was young, I went one day
with Mom, I think 'twas month of May.
"It's time for haircuts", Mama said,
but I'd rather have stayed in bed.

The lady gave my hair a trim,
then I went 'sploring on a whim.
I found her treasured knick-knack room,
then found a thing, 'twould spell my doom.

A little pitcher, made of glass,
'twas delicate and full of class.
I took it home, thought no one knew,
but Mama did, and back we flew.

I had to 'fess to what I'd done,
felt so ashamed, it was not fun.
The lady told me I must keep
the little piece and not to weep.

My Mama never lectured 'bout
this little thing, she'd never shout.
I guess that was the hardest part,
I knew deep down, I'd broke her heart.

My lesson learned, now to this day
remembered moral, found my way.
"If it's not yours, then keep hands off."
'Tis Mama's rule, I'd never scoff.

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