A mother is both a custodian
And the chief commandress
The father who can not even
Control a TV remote says don't
Drive yet my son,
The custodian says no my son
Must drive.
The son whose other name is eager
Drove and jam the gate,
He wept all day
Went to his room
Laid down and his pillow told him
You were happy driving
Dad's anger is more
You will no longer
Drive a beautiful car.
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Big up to the mothers out there, they sacrifice a lot for us