Childhood Memories -The Visit Poem by Mary Mc Creath

When I was just
a child of eight
my gran she came
to
visit me.

I had been naughty
and I had made
my mums life
a
misery.

So she scolded me
and told me my mum
was ill and
she
could die.

If I continued
as I had done
I would soon
be
all alone.

My brothers who
were six and two
would then
be my
responsibility.

From that day on
I did what I could
to no more
be bad
and always be good.

For I did not want
that day to come
to look after my brothers
and
loose my mum.