I’ve known my mother forever,
her blue eyes loved me before I even knew who I was.
Is that why I married a man with blue eyes?
Mom and I have had a gazillion phone conversations
some stretching into an hour or two
after all, as she describes herself, “I’m chatterbox Gladys,”
and I’m chatterbox Gladys’s daughter.
The past decade she finished every call with, Enjoy yourself!
always followed by the song:
“Enjoy yourself it’s later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you’re still in the pink...” *
Though she only knew the words of the chorus
she’d sing it without fail at the end of every call
even when leaving a message,
so this morning’s conversation:
“I haven’t been too well
god bless you
thank you for phoning…”
felt like I was talking to a stranger.
I know she’s on strong pain pills that make her sleepy
but I’m still holding the receiver waiting for the rest.
by Rosanne Freed
* The song “Enjoy Yourself”was very popular in the 1940’s. Here’s Louis Prima’s version