Mama Rocks

Now I like that rockin music
I always have you see
I guess it's cause my Mama
Passed that music gene to me!

Sometimes when I'm driving
(And I sometimes go too fast)
My little car starts rockin'
When I let that music blast!

Windows down, gray hair flying
I'm rockin' to the beat
Singing, moving, bouncing,
I'm dancing in my seat!

To the grocery store I'm going
To buy a loaf of bread
When I arrive, guess what's playing
On the speakers overhead!

Bless my soul I'm rockin' now
As down the aisle I bop
Chuck Berry's on the intercom
Don't let that music stop!

People stop and stare at me
But this I do not dread,
Cause I might be over sixty,
But people...I'm not dead!

~ Charlotte Anselmo ~
"mamarocks!"

Keep On Rockin'!

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