Parenting Never Ends

Mother give me back my old room

I won’t make a mess like I used to

I won’t play my records

Loud at nights I’ll keep it quiet

Mother let me have my old bed back

And lay out clothes for me

People give me work and money

They depend on me now

If they only knew how thin the ice they walk on is

If they only knew how thin the ice they walk on is

Mother please make my decisions

Like you once did

This time I won’t pester you about it I’ll surrender

Mother these streets are too cold for me

I’m standing by your door

A plant under each arm

Let me move back in

Father the last time you offered to teach me all about the Baltic Sea

It was wasted on me

Now I’m ready throw me once again the footballs you tried to throw

And this time I will catch and learn and know

Mother if that’s not enough bring me all the way back to my original address

To your womb

I have trouble sleeping but I don’t recall I had while in your womb