Mum

I hate it how she remembers word for word
It makes her forhead crease
It's like shes the mothe mocking bird,
Who never speaks the peace.

I can never get a word in
As im cut of just like that
Its like talking when she is, is forbidon
Like waking a sleeping bat

Somtimes i just wish she would listen
and not get in a strop
The words that mind is missin'
Is just make it all STOP!

I hate it how she remembers word for word
It's like shes the mother mocking bird

By Holly Smith