A Child's Fear
Sometimes I wake up and think, “It just can’t be true,
That I have a mother as great as you,”
Every morning, as Dad and I get up to go away,
You always greet us, “good morning, and have a good day!”
While we are off at school and work,
You cook, and you clean, and go to the gym to “twerk”.
Now, as I prepare to leave and go to university,
You always make it a point to spend extra time with me.
While I won’t really be living that far away,
It won’t be the same as being able to see you every day.
While I might not miss the incessant nagging,
I will miss you, and Dad, and our dog’s tail-wagging.
As the time for me to leave comes near,
I have to tell you my biggest fear.
I want you to know, Mom, I appreciate all that you do,
From packing lunches, to cleaning up my poo.
Whenever I was being difficult, you smiled,
And you loved me just the same, because I am your child.
And on that note, I must tell you something long overdue;
I love you, Mom, and next year, I will really miss you.