A poem as a list

My mother believed panty hose and fake pearls were fancy.

My mother cried in the car listening to Tammy Wynette.

My mother painted Donna Dewberry "One-Stroke Flowers" on everything. Eventually she expanded to an occasional bluebird.

My mother was saddened to hear I was becoming a nurse because she honestly believed I could be rich and famous or, at the very least, marry a millionaire.

My mother rubbed in lipstick on each cheek every day instead of buying blush.

My mother believed toasted french bread was a food group.

My mother saved her students life by giving the Heimlich maneuver when he choked on a quarter.

My mother hated animals.

My mother hated eggs.

My mother told me my goldfish was just "sleeping." She then flushed it down the toilet.

My mother was scared of the sound of the upstairs door made swinging open when it wasn't latched.

My mother cried herself to sleep sometimes because she was so worried about my sister.

My mother planted plastic flowers in pots in the front yard. She left them out all year long.

My mother believed that her grandson became a purple pansy after he died.

My mother filled plastic wine glasses with fake sand and bleached shells and gave them as presents.

My mother came to every performance of every play I was every in.

My mother would laugh until she cried if she could read this.