Sevenling (my mother knew) *
My mother knew stenography, enjoyed
a highball now and then, and would have
run off with Willie Nelson if he asked.
She was born on Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t.
She always remembered my birthday until
she had to give up remembering forever.
Write this down: Monday’s child is…
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*Not familiar with the Sevenling form? You can read all about it HERE.
Fair Warning: Addictive
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Poets And Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry #57
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
And now you remember hers. A tender tribute!
And yes, you with the pretty face – I could write down the whole of that verse, having been told with delight by my mother, many times, that I was born on the Sabbath Day – lucky me!
My first husband was born on Valentine’s Day – but he wasn’t much of a Valentine. I love the touching lines:
‘She always remembered my birthday until
she had to give up remembering forever.’
Nice one Ron. Was born on a Saturday, but had last Thursdsay for a birthday this year☺
Happy Sunday
Much💗love
Clever sevenling Ron.
Your words inspired me to look up the day of my birth, for I didn’t know – it was a Saturday.
This https://www.everything-birthday.com/date/august-2-1952 is where I visited and more interesting facts there.
Anna :o]
Thanks for the introduction to the sevenling. I have bookmarked the reference. Need to think about it. But thinking is good. 🙂
Very nice; a lovely tribute to Mom.
Monday child is me! 😀
You remember… and that is a wonderful gift, for her birthday and for Valentine’s Day, methinks.
As a Thursday child, I have/had far to go. Hopefully another decade if I stay relatively healthy …. your mother and I have Willie in common! Happy Day!
Well darn…I was born on a Monday, also.
I knew stenography, I’d have run off with Willie, and I was born just before midnight of Feb. 13! Your mother and I had much in common, I’m sure. My own mother gave up remembering forever, and I pray it doesn’t happen to me!
Loved this Ron–I am not familiar with this form so off to read about it a bit–hope you are well and not too cold
Sweetly sad. I like the write this down directive and mention of Willie.
Sweet…you look a bit like Willy
My first marriage at age 21, was on Valentine’s Day. It lasted three years. Bittersweet. Maybe that’s why I’m not too keen on Valentine’s Day anymore.