The Winner

I don’t know why I said it, But Mom gave her head a spin, When I claimed, “I’m so unlucky That I simply cannot win.” She pinned me with her gray eyes, And she said, “I beg to differ.” I straightened up my shoulders and I stood a little stiffer. When Mom called for attention, Attention is what she got. I knew that listening to her Was much better than to not. “How can you say you are unlucky, When you have everything you need? You’ve your mom and dad and brothers. We all love you, yes indeed. Do you know there are some children Who have no family at all? You have never been alone an hour. We all answer to your call. Daddy works hard to feed and clothe you And I keep you combed and clean. To say that you’re unlucky Is untrue and very mean.” Her voice softened as she noticed The big tears in my brown eyes. “That you thought you were unlucky, Is to me a big surprise.” Satisfied I’d learned my lesson, She turned from me with a smile. “Now run away and play Dear. Supper’s in a little while.” If I were to start complaining I’d recall her words again. I’d remind myself that I’ve been lucky And I always, always win.