I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best