Mothers never utter the bad or sad things that happen to them. A dog fight that happen right in sight of a small child, who's cry rang out so loud like a warning siren going off. Out the door she soared to check out the loud noise. There was Dude the boxer in a fight with three other dogs. What a sight it was down in the creek they went fighting all the way. She ran down the road along side the creek which reeked with sewage and God knows what else. Out of the house came a neighbor who was so kind, that behind his back was a gun. Out of his mouth came words you would not believe. He threaten to kill Dude. How rude and mean he was to say he would kill a small child's dog. She never one time thought of herself down in the creek she went, brave as any mother could or would be under the circumstance. She broke up that dog fight and what a sight it was she lost one of her new shoes down the creek it went flowing right towards the river. She then shiver as she got out of that creek, and told that guy I don't live here I am from the South. You had never ever better say another threat like this in front of this baby or talk like this to me again. She did not walk up the road instead she marched like a lioness with her head held up with pride taking care of her cubs. In the house she came soaking wet to change her clothes and find her tennis shoes. She thought just another day gone wrong, but this is not a song. Incidents like this is what makes a woman a wonderful mother. Written by Judith Collins
