Mommy Dearest

What I need to suceed on an island,

Is my dearest mother.

Mother make me food please.

Mother make my bed please.

Mother help me find a job please.

I know you aren't my maid, mommy dearest.

But you are the best of the best.

Stranded on an island, 

no food, no shelter, no clean clothes. 

Still I'd say,

Mother do my laundry please.

But it goes farther than just the things you do for me.

You let me be who I want to be.

You give me freedom to explore the world.

And when that backfires, in your arms do I lay curled.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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