Your yelling won't convince me,
because the truth is - I was there!
You may revise life any way you want,
but, the truth is what it is.
Your screeching won't convince me,
and it amazes me that some are swayed,
... beyond thier normal backbone,
... by your decibels and acid,
... in the way that they remember things.
I knew, I knew just how to do things,
... but, your insistence lead me wrong,
I listened out of love for you,
... instead of using my intelligence,
... and doing it right.
Sometimes your yelling works, Mom,
but, you forget what really matters,
... as you insist on holding on,
... and controlling every little thing.
I can't say that I can blame you much,
but, the world that you knew,
... is not the world today!
All your yelling won't convince me,
that the truth is not the truth,
... and that's the way it has to be,
... for even you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barry, She's holding on to that control...because that's how she demonstrates her independence from you. Maybe occasionally, you need a little break from each other...if that's possible...: -) Hugs, Dee