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.

The End

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