Some things are hard to talk about. My apologies, but today’s is one of them. Someone close to me mentioned that I didn’t play anything for Mother’s Day last week, and while the omission wasn’t on purpose, I also didn’t mind just letting it slide by. Not adjusting for leap years, it’s been thirty seven years, one month, and two days since my mother died. And it’s still hard to talk about. Sometimes I need to, and now that it’s been brought up, I guess it’s one of those times.
I loved my mom so much. We were very close. It’s been the topic of a lot of poems over the years, very few were published. Today, the only thing I want to share is this lullaby that she used to sing to me when I was quite small. Written by Jack Scholl, “My Little Buckaroo” was recorded by Bing Crosby in 1937 for his album, Cowboy Songs, but the entire album wasn’t released until nearly a decade later. History gets a bit cloudy as some say it was the B side to the single “I’m an Old Cowhand,” but other evidence shows that “I Can’t Escape from You” was the B side to that single.
Whatever the case, it was later recorded by the likes of Slim Whitman as well as Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. But I like to think that it’s this first airing of the song, sung by Dick Foran, that my mother first heard. It was performed in this scene in the movie Cherokee Strip in 1937, and though Mom’s voice was much softer as she stroked my hair and crooned this to me, the pace and the notes all sound just right for how I remember it.
Don’t you realize,
My little Buckaroo,
That it was from a little acorn,
That the Oak tree grew?
And remember that your dad,
Was once a kid like you.
So go to sleep,
My little Buckaroo.
Happy Mother’s Day, belatedly to the moms who read this. Thank you for reading and singing to your children. We will cherish it all our lives.