Morgane A Heyne
Mothers - Poem by Morgane A Heyne
Carry on, and please don't stop
Who cares if we do have to grow up
I know our Mothers were the ones
Who told us we should live like nuns
But if you find that hidden drawer,
The one they wish you would explore;
You'll find all the memories they cherish,
Until the day that they will perish.
And you will realise soon enough,
That all these warnings were just a bluff;
And all they truly want from us,
Is to impress without excess.
Even though sometimes they smother,
They just want us to put one infront of the other;
To grow, to blossom and bloom,
And at some point give them a baby boom.
They raised us and they made us;
They dealt with every strop and fuss.
And that's why now we get to Walk
Around the world and we can Talk
About what defines who we are,
In a conference room or in a bar;
WIth our friends and with our foes,
All this whils trying not to impose.
So thank you for the scolding,
The curfews and the moulding;
'cause all those rules in some crazy way,
Have made us better people day to day.
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