My mother said…

My blog stats have been going up and down like a dancing dolly. Not like a yo-yo. Oh no! Because that would be a cliché, which would never do. Besides, that gives me a chance to remember the rhymes and songs my mother used to recite and sing to me.

Dancing Dolly had no sense,
She bought a fiddle for eighteen pence,
And all the tune that she could play
Was ‘Over the hills and far away.’

Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do.
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you.
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage.
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.

I’ve got sixpence.
Jolly, jolly sixpence.
I’ve got sixpence to last me all my life.
I’ve got twopence to spend
And twopence to lend
And twopence to send home to my wife.

There were many more songs that we used to sing together. And on this day, when I’m feeling frustrated because my writing group meeting has yet again been cancelled at the last minute, it’s good to remember my mother as she once was, and to remember that there were happy times in my childhood.

By Miriam Drori

Author, editor, attempter of this thing called life. Social anxiety warrior. Cultivating a Fuji, edition 3, a poignant, humorous and uplifting tale, published with Ocelot Press, January 2023.

One reply on “My mother said…”

I remember the middle one, but not the other two. However there were so many rhymes like this my mom used to say. And of course I’ve passed them on to my kids. Sorry about the writing group being cancelled. I never had much luck with them.

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