Matts Moody Mother Mollycoddled Him
Matt’s moody mother mollycoddled him.
His toenails had a daily trim.
He sneaked out to date.
His girlfriend was great.
They fell in love which made mommy grim.
Matt pleaded with her to change her mind.
I love her he said. She is the marrying kind.
Forty-two is too young!
His mother said, Son!
He was a baby in his mommy’s mind.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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