Mom

Our mothers are here for our safety and care
While you, the baby, just stare
They cook, clean, weep, and sigh
But what do you do you whine and cry

You grow up a few years
And as much as you try
You never forget
That kid inside

Your grown-up to be an adult
Up to your age with mature insults
But again you look back to what mom said
“Attitude is everything”

You grow old and fragile
Like your mother once was
Before she died knowing
Your on your own

You start to remember
Your fun-filled life
When mom was there
To make you alright

But now your alone
All old and mature
Now your grown up
Just like her.