When I was tired and hungry,she gave me food and warm arms to sleep in.When I was two running through the field,she made sure I was safe and kept me from danger.
When I fell and hurt myself,she gave me a hug and lifted me up.
When I was seven coughing badly, she said no ice-cream for me.
But I talked back loudly,
“I should be allowed to eat some! Give it to me now!”When I was nine watching scary movies,
she said it’d give me awful dreams.But I shouted back angrily,“I should be allowed to watch it! I’m not a baby!”
When I was a teen going out with friends,she said, “Please be back by ten!”But I talked back again —
“I should not be told what to do! I’SPAN>”Now I’m an adult,thinking back to those timesI coughed for days after eating that ice-creamAnd had scary dreamsafterwatching that film.I was late for school fromstaying out past ten.I regret talking back, not listening to Mom.Mom knows best, and for me she wanted only the best!