Mom is not a munchkin.
She's as tall as anybody's door.
But our door is taller than her.
So getting in is not a problem.
Mom is an old skyscraper,
Towering above the average.
She build a protective cage,
To protect me, her child.
Dad was a little munchkin.
He's as tall as our door knob,
Since our door is taller than the mob.
So getting in is a big problem.
Dad is an old bungalow,
Mom overshadow him.
He only cares on a whim,
To his daughter, his child.
But lately, mom wanted to grow,
Probably a way to protect her child.
From a dad who hunts in the wild.
With his claws ready to slay.
Mom pulled herself by the neck,
as I watched her do her deed.
But failed as she saw her seed,
And hug her daughter, me.
Mom really loved her daughter,
Dad, in contrast, do otherwise,
He hated his child, likewise;
His child wanted him dead.
Mom tried to grow taller again,
Grow taller than she already was.
Caring than she already has,
To her beloved daughter, me.
From time to time, she tried.
Tried to grow as she pleases,
To fullfill what she wishes,
She really loved her daughter.
She tried to grow taller.
This time, she shooed me away.
Making things go her way,
and silence filled the air.
She didn't speak, she didn't move.
She was happy, I think so.
I looked up, dad was happy too.
But mom didn't grow taller.
Mom was still in the ropes,
and it was dinner time.
Mom wrote a note that rhymes,
And the sun shone upone me.
I was a kid that is loved
by a mother and herself.
Now, I am loved by myself.
All along, I was loved by myself.
