quickly a good day can go south
she calls all sugar and spice
a request to drive to heck-and-gone
"it'll look good on my resume"
i look at the time and think of traffic
this sweet, kind, indulged darling
"you need to come home"
pause, no click the line goes dead
i consider being nice, briefly
so many options...
i too hate to be denied...
shuffling downstairs; she's home
saved lunch waiting for her
"do you want to get tossed"
blue eyes looking innocent
i will never be a doormat
quickly a good day gone south
sugar and spice and not so nice
someday will mother
the 'tail will not wag the dog'
for any mother's raised here