A Mothers love, a childs scorn,
In Mother love she tries to warn
Of snares that lie around about,
But all she gets is her childs pout.
Oh you're too old and I am young,
This song is all too often sung.
We said the same to our folks too,
So what they say is nothing new.
But just the same, it hurts us all
To feel our backs against the wall.
And even though we know they're wrong,
We ourselves once sang their song.
But remember kids, your Mother cares
And wants to help you dodge the snares.
And whatever life that you are living,
A Mothers love, is all FORGIVING.
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George, This really touched a nerve (bad times at the moment with my 13 year old daughter) Thank you! Natalie, Newcastle, NSW