Nr 150.
Mother, give me back my old room I won’t make a mess like I used to.
I won’t play my records loud at nights, I’ll keep it quiet.
Mother, please make my decisions like you once did,
this time I won’t pester you about it, I’ll surrender.
Father, the last time you offered to teach me all about the Baltic Sea, it was
wasted on me. Now I’m ready: throw me once again the footballs you tried to
throw and this time I will catch and learn and know.
Mother, these streets are too cold for me,
I’m standing by your door, a plant under each arm:
let me move back in.
Hello Saferide – Parenting Never Ends
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