GOLD GOBLETS
| Each time she passed that jeweller's shop Those goblets caught her eye She yearned for those gold goblets But they were much too dear to buy Her husband overheard her Talking to her friend next door She was speaking of those goblets She had such a yearning for He loved his wife so dearly She was his everything He sneaked out and bought those goblets He knew the joy his gift would bring When she opened up his present Emotion swept in like a tide She smothered him with kisses She was so happy that she cried Those goblets were a treasure That she thought she'd never own And they'd be a precious memory Of the love that he had shown They would always hold the statement Of her husband's loving heart They were a treasure beyond value With which she'd never part She placed the goblets in a cabinet With such joy upon her face She placed them on the middle shelf Where they'd have pride of place Both their children had been watching And to their observant eye Those tin glasses were so ugly They had made poor mummy cry Among their mother's treasures Those tin things did not belong They would have to take some action To right poor daddy's wrong Young Catherine wiped a tear aside And slowly shook her head She took brother Raymond's little hand And then she sadly said "We have to earn some money Of that there is no doubt We'll buy some pretty glasses Then mum can throw those tin things out." "Mummy won't hurt daddy's feelings But she should throw them in the bin They must have been real cheap Because they're just gold painted tin." "I know our daddy meant well But those tin things are a joke He usually buys mum real good stuff Poor daddy must be broke." "Perhaps daddy wasn't thinking He might have bought them by mistake But those tin things upset mummy It was more than she could take." "I think our daddy works too hard Sometimes he works real late And he's not a young man anymore Mummy said he's twenty eight." "But we can solve this problem In fact, I know we can But we have to earn some money So we have to make a plan." That night their idea blossomed Their plan was something grand They would make a heap of money With a real beaut cordial stand They didn't tell their mum their secret It would be a big surprise When they bought her some real glasses She would not believe her eyes Next morning after breakfast Their scheming didn't stop They simply told their mother They intended playing shop The children were excited Their business would be great They set up their toy table Right next to their front gate They had mixed up lots of cordial But something wasn't right The morning dragged by slowly With not a customer in sight Though lots of ladies passed their gate They didn't think a drink worthwhile And their manner confused Catherine They all wore a funny smile When Catherine glanced at Raymond's sign She felt her small heart dip The sign proclaimed so proudly "Just five dollars for a sip" A conference was justified Their enterprise in disarray The debate between top management Almost spoiled their day Though Raymond fought to charge his fee Catherine wouldn't let it pass And eventually she changed the sign "Just five cents for each glass" But still their business faltered Not one customer would stop They both were so disheartened They prepared to close their shop Raymond found the problem "It's these baby plastic cups Their okay for us to drink from But they're no good for grown-ups." They made the necessary changes And those changes hit the spot The first man passing by their stand Bought the bloomin' lot They ran to tell their mother How they'd succeeded in their trade And they proudly flashed a dollar It was the profit that they'd made Happy hearts informed their mother "We did it just for you We not only sold our cordial We sold dad's tin things, too!" Their mother tried to scold them But she couldn't get her breath She feared that she'd lose consciousness She felt so close to death The children quickly realised Mummy wasn't feeling right Their mother's hands were trembling And her face had turned snow white Young Catherine took her by the hand And led her to her bed "You need rest badly mother Or I fear you'll drop down dead." Their mother's head was spinning She felt so very weak She'd scold her children later But for now, she couldn't speak She could faintly hear her children They were boasting and so glad "That man was our best customer He said he knew our dad." Those goblets were her treasure She had owned them just one day They now were gone for ever What would her husband say? As she waited for her husband She lived all kinds of hell She'd try to cover for her children But what story could she tell? Her husband came home smiling And as he came in to the room She felt so disappointed His happy mood would turn to gloom "A bad mistake has happened And the blame must be on me." "You can tell me later, dear." He said "Let's have a cup of tea." She called her children to her As her husband left the room And the children knew immediately That they faced certain doom She began to scold them soundly "You've been very, very bad You should not have sold those goblets They were a present from your dad." Then Catherine muttered softly "Me and Raymond lied That man wouldn't take your glasses He made us bring them back inside." "So I put those ugly tin things On your cabinet's middle shelf They were there a whole five minutes I put them there myself." "But those tin things looked so ugly We then placed them in a sack And tried to give them to our neighbour But she made us bring them back." 'Then we took them out the front And left them in the roadside drain But Mrs. Baker saw us And made us bring them back again." "They've been a headache to get rid of It's been very, very hard For a time we had to hide them Beneath a bush in our backyard." Their mother's heart was racing She felt collapse was near "Tell me where they are this minute Can't you see I'm dying here?" "Well, we knew how much you hated them." Raymond bravely said "So we hid them under bags and stuff They're in daddy's garden shed." Once again she has her goblets And she's so pleased with herself She's placed a lock upon the cabinet The goblets safe on the top shelf Two plain glasses stand beside them For the love that they portray The children spent their only dollar To buy them for her Mother's Day K.D. Abbott © 2009 |
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