"I. O. U." Videos
You know most people look through their wallets or their pocketbooks
And way down at the bottom Past the credit cards and baby pictures, greenstamps, you usually find a little old dog eared piece poetry.
I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and I ran across a whole bunch of I. O. You. 's some of them thirty years overdue. Funny thing is that all these I. O. You. 's are owed to one person, and I kinda feel like right now might be a pretty good time for an accounting.
Mom, you listenin?
Mom, I owe you for so many things, a lot of services, like night watchman for instance, for lying awake nights listening for coughs, cries, creaking floorboards and me coming in too late. You had the eye of an eagle, the roar of a lion, but you always had a heart as big as a house.
I owe you for services as a short order cook, chef, baker, for making sirloin out of hamburger, turkey out of tuna fish and two big ol' strapping boys out of leftovers.
I owe you for cleaning services, for the daily scrubbing of face and ears all work done by hand and for the frequent dusting of a small boys pants to try to make sure that he led a spotless life and for washing and ironing, no laundry could ever do. For drying the tears of childhood and for Ironing out the problems of growing up.
I owe you for servics as a bodyguard, for protecting me from the terrors of thunderstorms and nightmares ha, and too many green apples.
And Lord knows I owe you for medical attention, for nursing me through measles, mumps, bruises, bumps, splinters and spring fever.
And let's not forget medical advise either, Oh, no.
Important things like ha ha, don't scratching it or it wont get well,
If you cross your eyes
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