My mother was a worrier
Mostly, about her sons,
And with me having ep'lepsy
Whenever I was young,
She feared the worst would happen
Whene'er I was alone,
She MUST have been quite FRANTIC, when,
I was out of her zone.
Though HAD to cut the coattails
In late teens and beyond,
Especially on holidays
When travelling 'o'er the pond'
I needed independance,
Alone I had to thrive,
And that is what good parents do,
To teach us to survive.
The first time was the hardest,
Her 'baby' - 'all growed up'
Had only gone to England, though,
No longer, little pup.
As years passed on, more confidence,
That I'd survive alone,
Eventually would HAVE to
When not in parents' zone.
I'm pretty sure, though, through the years,
Realising how time flies,
That 'ventually I'd HAVE to strive,
So HAD to cut the ties.
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