A child and his mom.
A poem from a different perspective
I wish I could be like me mother,
She knows what is wrong and what's right
What is nice to wear and what is not
Is it worthwhile or not
She is so smart
And what's about me?
I never know what to decide
To turn left or to make a right
Is it a good question or maybe better to keep silent.
Mom what do I do now?
But mom is not here now,
So I'd better continue running
Singing and playing
Things I like to do
I will take a candy that soft and testy.