A voice of warning
That your face will stay that way
You aim to prove her wrong
A voice of education
That greens will help you grow
You eat them to get dessert
A voice of preparation
That you always wear clean underwear
You never understood this
A voice of prediction
That you need a coat in case it rains
You strip it off in minutes
A voice of frustration
That she brought you in and she can take you out
You know to call her bluff
A voice of comfort
Singing you to sleep at night
You finally listen to your mother




Awww Charles, that’s beautiful…
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Thanks. It’s an old poem that I believe I wrote for Mother’s Day two years ago.
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