Poems, Imagines, and Quotes

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Drat I said as I ran down the hall
Towards the kitchen where my mother did call
Over the rims of her glasses stern eyes did I see
She laid that hot stare hard against me

Twisted was her expression which told me she was upset
Pointing towards the door and inside she would not let
Me back inside
Or laugh with a chide

I turned the corner with no clear intention
Of making her smile which not to mention
Was so hard to muster
Her shouts were never in a cluster

They rang loud around me
Her face I never did see
I would run back to my room
While she ran after me with a broom

That's how it went
How my childhood was spent
I gave her hell
While she rang a bell

I never wanted to be a difficult child
But you can never prevent a kid from the wild
My mom, she tried her best
And in the heat of it all, I never gave her rest

Drat I said as I looked behind me
Where my mother did stand, her face void of glee
I was leaving her behind
I was always one of a kind

In the midst of it all
I assured her I would call
For I loved her still
No matter her guill

She just had to accept that I'd grown up
Happiness for me she'd soon develop
While I scoured the world with my foolish intentions
For I knew I'd never have the right visions