When I Was Ten Years Old Poem by Ella Rose

I'm laying here remembering way back when I was ten years old,
my mumma taught me to cook, even though the food was always cold.

My body had been changing and I was becoming a young lady,
my mumma read me a book in which I remember only vaguely.

One night I had seen a segment on the tv news station,
my mumma explained there are so many poor people in the nation.

In fourth grade I wanted to fit in and buy clothes from Abercrombie,
my mumma sternly explained how money does not grow on trees.

In the school hallway I had been bullied by mean girls twice,
my mumma explained that other kids won't always be nice.

There was an incident in which a group of boys were expelled,
my mumma explained to me drugs are harmful and I must excel.

Wow, while I am writing this it is bringing back learned lessons,
my mumma taught me how to turn growing pains into blessings.