A time out chair

A chill in the air

A disappointed mamma bear--

I remember wanting to make it right

So I'd put a flower in her sight--

Love language that would win the fight.

Flowers proved useful then

For those trifle mistakes made time and again.

But no flower could undo this circumstance--

An arrogant choice which spawned her averted glance.

The respect and trust of my mom lost

Has snagged my youth as its cost.

Maturity must now be my alms

The consequence to right my wrongs.


This poem is about: 
My family


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