A Football Mothers Prayer
In the fall, it is time for the football season.
Mothers go to the game, but for one reason,
What is
the reason? Let there be no denial,
It's to see if her son gets up from the pile!
Oh, she may have lots of pep, and do all the cheers,
and
she hasn't missed a game in many a year.
But she doesn't do it just to keep in style,
It's to see if her son gets up from the pile!
She
keeps tracks of the score and acts very alert,
Wondering how to get the bloodstains out of his shirt.
She always sits on her seat right
on the aisle,
Just in case he doesn't get up from the pile!
When the whistle blows, she strains her eyes,
For the jersey number she's
memorized.
She'll sit quite still, heart stopped all the while,
Til' she sees that number come up from the pile!
She'll stand and shout,
"My son stopped the play!"
"Sit down dear, he clipped," is all Dad can say.
She may not know a punt from a telephone dial,
But she knows
when her son gets up from the pile!
Good ol' Mom, she's a dear, & your very best fan,
But you'll be her little boy even when you're
a man,
She makes all your games, you think with a smile,
Just to see if "her baby" gets up from the pile!
Author Unknown
A Football Prayer
