Joy wrote the following poem for her grandson who wanted something about his mother's new sport of running. When I first noticed my mother She seemed like any other mother to me She keeps me clean and cooks my meals She's as nice as she can be She is expert at so very many things And she's an awfully good gourmet cook She can sew a seam and quilt a quilt She's a whiz at reading a book She was never good at bowling But they loved to have her along She didn't get into the golfing thing Or go to Sweet Adelines to sing a song But something funny is happening To this mother of mine, it is true I feel as though I don't know her She's becoming somebody new It started so very innocently When she started to walk with a friend She'd walk half a mile or maybe more Every day more time she would spend She finally ended up running What a sight to see my mother run Why she's really doing it pretty good Hey, this looks like it might be fun My dad was surprised when she told him That she would be running a 10K She didn't get any prizes But for a mom she was really okay She's spending more time on her running And she's biking and swimming too She's doing a mini-triathalon Wouldn't you be proud of her too? © By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)