POEM - The Fun Mom

I feel bad

For my younger brothers

Because I had the fun mom

Back when she was young

Liked to run around

Was up and active and playful

Even in Tucson

We had fun days

But Tucson was the end

When she got Valley Fever

And got tired

And frustrated

Because she couldn’t do

Like the do she used to

So I had a different childhood

All to myself

Because I would hang out with mom

And sister went with dad

Because he could handle her

Or she was doing homework

Or being in school

While mom and I would ditch

Play hooky and go shopping

Maybe we’d hit the fabric store

Or stop by dad’s office

Possibly get some treats

Maybe pay some bills

It didn’t really matter

So, I apologize

Though it wasn’t my doing

But I got the fun mom