clocks all around me keep ticking and telling me of mortality and doom. No, really, they are letting me know how wasteful I have gotten and of the moments that have slipped by and the things I do to struggle to keep a firm hold on the now. Another day another doctor visit, another meal, shower and duties. I am looking forward to the moment my emo teenager gets home and drops her emotional stuff by my bedroom door with that pouty look of a four-year old and stomps her feet when I fail to notice. She will dawdle like no other child I can recollect. I had more energy when I was her age and pretty much at my worst still have more energy. I was emotional too but never like her and she is a happy and healthy brat.
Do they know what time they kill and is there a penance somewhere that must be paid? I hope so and I hope she makes good with the time she has too. I worked hard to have her and keep her and keep her safe. So times is here and she'll be home from school before I know it and wanting to be fed like a squawking baby bird and want to know where we have to go despite telling her thirty times already(more wasted ticks on the wind-up baby ben of life)...it's funny how she can memorize the profane lyrics to the newest songs out there in one earshot of hearing them but fails to remember repeated commands and rules and such! Kids!
I have 40minutes to go to "showtime" and mom-mode so I will close with this thought,
she needs me and I am there, she loves me but I don't care
I'm her teacher, nurse, and guide
though she fears me sometimes and hides
I will always have her back as her mom I make no slack
her best friends will come and go and her family I hope will grow and I love her clearly so
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