Mother GOOSE
My Mom
thinks me perfection
only slightly marred
by my depression
She wants me to mind
My "P's and Q's"
but I can't give her
Any clues!
She has no guile
Only a smile,
I only wish
She would kiss
Away my hurt
And make me some dessert
Lemon meriangue
or Chocolate mousse
If only...
she wasn't
Such a goose!
I wrote this poem after being angry with my mother for most of one night. I think I forgave her?
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