My Mother and I
My mother controls my every moment,
Causing me unnecessary torment,
Making me trying to fathom,
Why she is trying to make my life a phantom.
All the unnecessary naggings and scoldings,
While I am trying to get my bearings.
The cost of nurture and a mother's nature,
Causes me always to fork out expenditure.
A desire to break the umbilical cord,
Without sowing that much discord.
"Mother, can't you really tell,
You are making my life hell?"
Many moments of silence,
An on-going tension of agony,
Before she finally gives me license,
To find my own life's destiny.