Growing up Without a Mother
My mother moved away when I was three years old
I don’t recall much about when she was there,
except the fire that destroyed our house.
My father was a good man,
He did his best to care for us four boys.
Mother was enamored with a much faster life.
Only later did I realize the debt I owe her.
She was there when I needed her the most.
You see, I was born very premature, weighing
only a pound and a half per the Country Doc.
He said that I would not live through the night.
His advice, “give him a quarter of an aspirin
and let him die in peace.”
She gave me the aspirin and I slept through the night.,
The next morning, she gave me a whole aspirin.
That worked even better, I slept for six weeks.
Mother fed me from a nose dropper.
She made an incubator out of a shoe box.
I lived and come July I will have lived
Eighty-three years on borrowed time.
Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"