Mom And Time
When I was a girl
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
I wish she would stop telling me
What to do!
When I was a teen
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
She won’t let me stay out
Late at night!
When I was a young adult
I told my friends
My mom is so mean
She keeps calling me and wanting to talk
All the time!
Now that she is gone
I wish she would tell me what to do
Tell me to not stay up so late
Call me and talk for hours
And I lied
My mom was not so mean
She was being a mom
And showing she cared
Mom, I love you and miss you.
poem by Connie Webb
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