Mother

Oh, why hello mother!

This old home you present to me and the welcoming in 

I am your child after all, perhaps not the first, but hopefully the last

The warmth of the fire that glows on the towering bookshelf

Only shows me that care so much for the literacy

The halls are clean and free of dust, no windows to decorate the walls

All this is really nice, and my bed in my new room is too comfy by compare

The air surrounding so slightly reminds me of old home

Admiring like this does make me sleepy in a place of ultimate bliss

So I use this pillow in my hands and occupy the sheets with my body, taking ownership of this bed

When my nose sniffles to the smell of butterscotch

The scent is strong and I slip from my slumber

You have not only taken me in, but you have made me a favourite delicacy

A butterscotch pie as a welcoming gift to me in my new home

So sorry to ask so suddenly, you have treated me well

Like a mother should when she cares for her kin

but may I please have the decency to leave

To go out on my own, I mean

Surely I’m strong enough to survive outside, my determination is rather high

Your face, that expression you show to me now

It pains me to know that you want me to stay, but you must know

Staying cooped up in this heavenly place is too toxic for a child

By now the answer should be clear with all my perstering

Even as you deprive from the truth, no matter what you do

I will always find a way to surpass this place

And if leaving you is the only way I can know 

That I am strong enough on my own

I guess this is goodbye, mother