Some Personal Testimonies

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This poem reminded me of my wife

Daddy’s Money

Sometimes my Daddy like to tease

And take me by surprise

I can’t always tell his jokes

Unless I watch his eyes

The other day he said: ‘My boy,

Where did you get those clothes?

Who bought that shirt that you have on

Who gave you the shoes and hose?

Who bought the food that gives you life?

Who bought this house and lot?

Who paid for furniture and rugs?

Who gave you your little cot?’

‘Why you did Daddy,’ I answered back

You bought it all and more.’

Then, don’t you love me better’n mother?’

But I looked down at the floor

Then, I looked up at mother

And she looked back at me

And somehow, before I knew it

I was up on mother’s knee!

And, daddy’s eyes just krinkled up

I saw that he would understand

Cause he had a mother, once himself

He aint always been a man.

‘Course, I don’t love my mother best

I love them just the same

But there’s somethin bout a mother

That a boy just can’t explain

It’s something sorter tender

You can’t tell it if you try

It’s things that mothers do for boys

That Daddy’s money cannot buy!

- Anna Kilpatrick (taken from Quiet Hour’s Inspirational Poems For Your Quiet Hour, Vol # 21, pg 34).