You're Welcome, I'm sure

Can’t we drive down Oxford Ave, or take Cottman to the Boulevard?

Can we go to Snot Rite and swing by Dunkin Donuts for free coffee

and say, “Dunkin Donuts, it’s worth the trip.”

Can we hear about Father Otto

and Anna Werner again?

Do you have some bags for us to carry in or some fans to be cleaned?

Aren’t there some holly leaves to pick up or some

other leaves to be vacuumed?

Please, can’t we look through one more box?

Can we run the water upstairs or mop the floors?

Can’t we hear you say, “Yo, let’s go” or “Home James”

or how about “Don’t let the door hit you in the a**”

Or our favorite…. “I’ll make a nurse out of one of you yet!”

Can’t you call “Jo-Ann” one more time?

Can you tell us again about how you sewed the silk into ties and stood on your feet in high-heels when you should have been in school?

Can you holler at us for leaving too much tip?

Who will give me a hard time for coloring my hair?

Who will tell Brenda to get the hair out of her eyes?

Who will remind Sarah not to dress like a Quaker?

Who is going to yell at the boys for the “Grape Nuts” magnet?

 We didn’t get to see you wave goodbye….We didn’t get to say,

Thank you, one last time…… In our hearts we often

hear the faint whisper of, “You’re Welcome, I’m Sure.”

Re-vised, April 1, 2011- The 12^th anniversary of her passing

Happy Birthday GMF, Feb 26