Mama's Boys Poem by Ima Ryma

I love to travel with my boys.
Had all five of them years ago.
They're all grown up, but still my joys.
We are family, doncha know!
A good mama, I've tried to be,
Teaching the boys how to live life.
I help the boys, the boys help me.
Stick together - whatever strife.
I do worry once in a while
About my boys when I am gone.
But watching them just makes me smile.
No matter what, we just go on.

If my boys are not treated right,
This mama whale's been known to bite.