Turned Out Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm a show biz Mama named Rose.
I raised my two daughters to star
In the grand dreams for them I chose.
But such ingrates both daughters are,
Not understanding what I yearn,
To climb the ladder Broadway bound.
I taught them how to grab their turn,
As I was stuck in the background.
But my girls turned their turns to waste.
Now it's my turn to sing the blues.
My girls scorned all the dreams I chased
For them - wrong choices I did choose.

Oh such great stardom there could be,
And turns out it shoulda been me.