I say this with no authority whatsoever,
But, surely you know,
That you are vulnerable,
To the whims, of people,
Who love, to use other people,
To get their way.
Whatever, their mission might be,
Surely you know,
That, they will use every trick,
They have, within their adgenda.
They will talk incessantly,
Cry insistently,
Shout excitedly, to you,
And for sure, at you, until
You either, let them have their way,
Or do what it is, they want.
You become powerless, to resist,
Your will has been compromised,
And you just give in,
To that short, bundle of joy,
Who calls you mommy.
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