Her Children's Works

My mother cherished every little scrap of art or literature produced by her children, especially when they were very young. She had drawings made by her children framed and hung on the wall next to expensive paintings that she had purchased in her travels around the world, for example.

One item that she held dear to her heart was a poem written by my sister, Sarah, when she was very young (perhaps 8 years old) about our brother, Osman, who must have been 12 or 13 at the time. It goes like this:

Osman eats poo
and drinks pee.
He also hits you on your nee.
So be were of Osman the Fly.
eee eee eee eee eee

Osman will do anything he wants to do.
He even can kill you.
ooo ooo ooo ooo oooo.

That's the end of Osman song.

What can I say? There are some things that only a mother can love.

A few things that should be noted:

1. It is not clear whether Sarah ever changed her mind about her brother,
2. I never witnessed my brother Osman do any such thing,
3. the spelling is all Sarah's, and
4. my drawings of elephants when I was three were very cute, and really did belong on the fridge.