My Mom Lets Me Roller Skate In the House
My mom lets me roller skate in the house, the new boy said.
Liar! I thought, but I kept it to myself.
She lets me paint murals on the walls of my room, he added.
You are a fibbing fool I thought, but I did not call him on it.
My mom lets me swear upside one wall and down another.
I watch for his nose to grow, not realizing most of this was true.
I thought all Mom-rules were the same.
But when I became a mother,
I attached swings to the rafters of the basement
so my children could swing inside.
I also let them skate in the basement for it had a smooth cement floor.
When my daughter was thirteen, I let her paint murals all over her room.
Figuring she could not do a lot of damage with the approved pastel paints.
Not realizing her best friend had sneaked in a can of black.
Mistake.
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