The One
When I speak,
please look at me,
don't roll your eyes,
or stare at your feet.
Pay attention,
to what I say,
you will wish you did,
in future days.
I speak my child,
right from my heart,
but how do you see,
standing in the dark.
People talk,
don't think they don't,
your mother will be here,
when others won't.
Get in trouble,
and see who comes,
I bet your mother,
will be the one.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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