Children, the Last Child In the Next

Children, The Last Child in the Nest When you ask something of me, I drop what I am doing, and attend. When you need something now, I comply. A ride, money, a task to be done, Another way I say, I love you. Sometimes you say I love you too. Sometimes you do not. As it does not always have to be… said. Sometimes you rush, most times you do. Everyone is ahead, of me…for you. They are more important, Their time is valuable, My money, can help you, give them more. You tend to ask, when you are happy. You tend to pout, when you are mad. I wish that you would consider, being a mom… is not a fad. It is a full time effort, to provide what it is… What you need. The failing of my thought, is my overplaying of the hand, dealt to me.