I may be young
and idealistic
and sometimes yell
and go ballistic
feeling rage
inside my soul
Unwilling to stop
and pay my toll
but alas!

My mother dear
has taught me well
She rocks her chair
Her pride does swell
She sees me stop
To help out granny
before she falls
and whacks her fanny
as always!

I wipe off lipstick
when kissed by Gram
I do not like
Sauerkraut mit ham
I hate the plastic
on her chairs
that mothball smell
her falling hairs
now stop!

Her daughter is
my mommy dearest
I no longer think
that feelings are queerest
I am learning to live
and living to learn
When people are cruel
my insides burn
I swear!

Our aged wonders
so full of zest
are fonts of knowledge
at your bequest
they want your love
and tender being
open your minds
seeing is believing
all done!

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