| A young man questioned while Conversing with others, “Why oh why, God, did you Have to make, Mothers? Mom made sure at bedtime My teeth were all brushed, She saw to the dentist and Vaccines I rushed. Reminding me of my Thank-you’s and pleases, To excuse myself after All of my sneezes. My childhood would have Been so much more fun, If only, Lord, you hadn’t Invented my Mom. Moms make you eat spinach So you’re healthy and sound, Setting curfew for midnight So you can’t roam the town. They often in a loud voice, Their opinions relate, Telling you bluntly who you Should or shouldn’t date. |
Pressuring you to save All of your wages, You’d think they’d kept counsel With some of life’s sages. My teen years would have Been so much more fun, If only, Lord, you hadn’t Invented my Mom.” “Son, I needed someone to comfort you at night, Wipe noses and make sure your homework was right. To tell stories at bedtime And tuck you in tight, To see that your clothing was Kept clean and bright. Had a special job that I wished to be done, I needed someone to love And to raise you, my son. I couldn’t just leave it To chance or another, So that is why… I created your Mother. |