The Welcome Mat Poem by Renee Tidmore

The Welcome Mat



We teach our children to respect others,
It is something we come to expect.
It seems that the older they become,
The manners they tend to forget.

I am tired of being your welcome mat.
I am tired of being your personal slave.
I know these things I did not teach you,
I showed you how you should behave.

You yell at me as if I do not matter.
You make mistakes and blame me.
I think you should look closely in the mirror,
Your mistakes are on you, not on me.

I ask for consideration of my plans,
You stand me up nearly every time.
For you say you have things to do
Forget that I have mine.

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Renee Tidmore

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