Being a Mother

Before i was one,
could recall no other.
Always left to rely on my mother.
Not a sister; nor a brother could amount to much more than alienation that smothers.
But now that i am to be,
i wonder what i'll be.
As a mother, what will i see?
When they come home late will i leave them be,
or have a fit and scream like a banshee?
Will i give her freedom and set her free?
Or ground her constantly?
as my mother had done to me!
And if we fight;
will she flee?
and run into the arms of sleeze?
Well in that moment, we will see;
why she chose a move
that was so gutsy.
I'll hunt her down,
on wounded knees;
And i'll hold and hold her lovingly.
If she cries or disagrees;
I'll look into her eyes
and into her soul i will decree;
" I will never be your enemy".
And in my eyes she can always see,
she's the only love i'll ever need.