Mother

NO! You and your silly strings
you putter 'round and fixing things
you stay on your spot and turn about
you head is made up of undoubt

You makes the kitchen very clean
you makes the party you isn't seen
you do the work you do the time
you makes the words in poems rhyme

you tie things up you tie things down
you sings your happy songs but frown
you de-mar-kate, you draws the line
you injured but you still is fine

You eighty-five you living done
you got daughter you got son
you dying but not wonder how
you tired but you happy now

by adam