My Mama Is a Mermaid

Updated on August 4, 2019
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Poetry is one of Lori's favorite ways to share memories, to express feelings, and share what inspires her, so others might be inspired.

My mama is a mermaid.
My mama is a mermaid. | Source

My Mom Really Was a Mermaid, Sort Of

My mother really was a mermaid...well, not on her birth certificate or in her medical records, but she dressed up as one once as you can see in the photo. Mom loved to make her own costumes.

In her fifties, she moved to a small desert community in southern California called Desert Shores by the Salton Sea. She belonged to a group of mature women called Golden Girls. They performed at local events, singing, dancing, and doing little skits. Every year there was a little parade and folks had to make their own floats. The Golden Girls made a float that was a fish. Mom made her way to the top of that fish and took a seat facing the crowd. She hammed it up and blew bubbles and kisses. I am sorry I missed it. I couldn't be there.

So here's a mystical mermaid story in poetry based loosely on my mother the mermaid.

Playing with little fishies.
Playing with little fishies. | Source

My Mama is a Mermaid

There was a pretty mermaid

who swam throughout the sea,

playing with little fishies,

and whomever else she pleased.


She'd flit and dart to tease them,

playing tag and hide -n- seek,

they never caught or tagged her,

so great was her technique.

One day she came to the shore,

rode a fish float down the street,

blowing bubbles to the crowd,

and singing songs to greet.


The Mermaid thrilled the people,

blowing kisses to them all,

"I love you all so dearly,"

she told grown-ups and the small.


The people loved her so,

they blew bubbles back her way,

she clapped each one in her hands,

like a little child at play.

They blew bubbles back her way.
They blew bubbles back her way.


When the parade was complete,

she was carried back to sea,

she swam to entertain the crowd

with great vigor and esprit.


She waved goodbye to the throng

with a promise to return,

Tears were shed by everyone,

and she wept for them in turn.


She swam to entertain the crowd with great vigor and esprit.
She swam to entertain the crowd with great vigor and esprit.

The town set a watchman

to survey with vigilance,

no one ever doubting that

her return was imminent.


So it was one afternoon

the watchman spied her coming,

along with a wee companion,

who equally was stunning.


Little did the town folk know

I was the mermaid's daughter,

swimming beside my mama,

and splashing in the water.


I'm the second generation,

they say I am just as chic,

a colorful sea maiden

or a goddess of the Greek.


I hope to ride a fish float

one day to wow a crowd,

following Mama's fin steps,

sure to make her proud.

Following Mama's footsteps.
Following Mama's footsteps.

My Mother the Easter Bunny

Wasn't that fun? Mom was a ham and knew how to work a crowd, and she was a heck of a good dancer. But sing? No, we always begged her not to. I'm sure with all the other Golden Girls singing her voice was drowned out.

Some of my mother's other costumes over the years were pretty amazing. One year when my sisters and I were very little, Mom dressed up as the Easter Bunny. She had a white hood with large bunny ears on top that fit over her head. Her face showed but she used white makeup on it and drew on whiskers. The bodysuit was also white and covered her from neck to toe. Her hands and feet were covered. She held a large easter basket and handed out eggs with candy in them. One year we were in the back yard at my aunt's house and my cousins and are little friends were playing with the Easter Bunny. All of a sudden the children started saying, "Your Lori's and Christy's mother." WHAT? My mother denied it.

"Oh no, I am the Easter Bunny."

"No your not, your Lori's and Christy's mommy."

My mother tried to distract them by amping up her antics and enticing them with more candy. They weren't buying it. This whole time I'm traumatized. I really believed she was the Easter Bunny. If they were telling the truth, well, I would be devastated.

As the children persisted one of them said, "Yes you are, we can see your dark hair peeking out the bottom of your hood." I looked at it and gasped. They were right, black hair right in front of my eyes. But then I thought, lots of people have dark hair, it could be the Easter Bunny's helper like Santa had helpers posing as him in malls and department stores.

"Look," someone said, "she has buck teeth like their mom too."

My mom was not bucktoothed but she had a very toothy grin. She was a beautiful woman and her smile enhanced her looks. But I scrutinized every inch of her face and much to my horror, I realized Mom was the Easter Bunny. I felt betrayed and very stupid for being so gullible. I got over it after a while.

Raggedy Ann, Saloon Gal, Sheriff in a Tall Hat

One year my mom made Raggedy Ann and Andy costumes for her and my dad for a costume party with their dance club. It was so professional looking it could have been sold for a hefty sum at a costume shop.

With the Golden Girls, she also dressed as a Saloon gal with her push up corset and feather hair adornment. Mom had a small bust but managed to work up some cleavage. She was also flirty and men thought she was pretty cute.

Another time she dressed as a sheriff with a ten-gallon hat, chaps, a couple of six guns, and a Sam Elliott mustache. Mom was a little bitty thing. Five feet tall and one hundred ten pounds soaking wet so it was a pretty funny costume. When my mom was angry she was an imposing figure and you can see it in her sheriff costume.

My mom the saloon floozy.
My mom the saloon floozy.

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    © 2017 Lori Colbo

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      • lambservant profile imageAUTHOR

        Lori Colbo 

        2 years ago from Pacific Northwest

        Gypsy, I'm glad it feel delighted you.

      • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

        Gypsy Rose Lee 

        2 years ago from Daytona Beach, Florida

        Most imaginative, creative and absolutely delightful poetry.

      • lambservant profile imageAUTHOR

        Lori Colbo 

        2 years ago from Pacific Northwest

        Thank you Dora.

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        Dora Weithers 

        2 years ago from The Caribbean

        So creative and so full of love. Simply beautiful in form and content.

      • lambservant profile imageAUTHOR

        Lori Colbo 

        2 years ago from Pacific Northwest

        Hi Audrey, In real life my mom was my biggest fan when it came to writing. I hope one day we'll be together and swim in the sea.

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        Elena 

        2 years ago

        That was such fun to read. It had to be fun being raised by an extra-special mom like that. Thanks for sharing.

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        Ruby Jean Richert 

        2 years ago from Southern Illinois

        It must have been fun having a mama who enjoyed life so much. I can see why you are proud..Love your rhyme..

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        Audrey Howitt 

        2 years ago from California

        This is so sweet--I am sure you make her proud! Hugs.

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