Mamma's Day

I know it are supposed to be called Mother's Day, but I always called my mamma, Mamma. So that's what I'm gonna call it. My mamma were the sweetest woman in the whole wide world. Maybe she were too sweet to me and did not make me hold to all the rules ever body else in Harper stuck to. But I reckon I turned out okay. My mamma always made it sure I had plenty to eat and plenty of clothes to wear. When we didn't have much, she made a garden and cooked meals ever day. She took old clothes and with sewing and patching made them new. At least new for me. She taught me how to pray and I were reading before I ever went to school. The only thing she were real disappointed in me for were when I dropped out of school in grade seven and one-half. When I told her she cried. She always used good English and were upset with the way I took to talking (like my hunting and fishing buddies) and if she ever did nag me it were about this. She never had much when I were young, so when we hit oil on our property I made sure she had plenty. She never took much to rich folks things, but I know for a fact she were real happy with the Cadillac I brung home for her. I miss you, Mamma.