My mother tries to explain life to me.
She gives me the third degree.
She talks big words to me like I know what they mean!
I don’t always understand her way of thinking.
I love it when she tells me that I am a king!
She teaches me to know that I am only a prince now.
She teaches me that I own many cows!
She takes me to the bank.
She gives the man a handshake.
Then we walk out the exit door.
She teaches me things I don’t care about.
Sometimes she hollers and sometimes she shouts.
I love my mommy, but she is in my daddy’s house.
Sometimes I play the cat against the mouse!
The only downfall of being an only child is that I can blame no one.
I am an only son.
My mother used to call me her “Poohder Dooder.
Now she calls me “B”.
She tells me I can see things that others cannot see.
She told me secrets that I can never tell.
She told me of a place called Hell.
She told me that I can never go there.
She told me that God counts every hair.