POEM – Call Debbie

My mother was Keeper of the Strays, Lover of the Outcast, Jack of all Trades. 

Need a mother-figure?

Call Debbie

Need a surrogate grandma?

Call Debbie

No home cooked meal?

Call Debbie

Want a shoulder to cry on? 
Call Debbie

Need a bookkeeper?

You guessed it, Call Debbie

Drinking buddy?

Debbie

Someone to plays pranks with?

Call Debbie

Need your home repaired? 
Call Debbie

Black thumb in the garden? 
Call Debbie

Insomnia? Need a good lullaby and snuggle buddy?

Call Debbie

Have a song lyric stuck in your head?

Call Debbie

Want to laugh so hard your face will hurt? 
Call Debbie

My mother was a natural caretaker, I think she was the happiest when she had someone to help. It wasn’t just my brother and I who called her for everything. Our friends called her, family could reach out to her, strangers on the street somehow knew she would help. If she couldn’t help she made sure she found someone who could.