I give you: The Latest Poem.
Written late one night in her Left Bank garret bedroom whilst swilling absinthe tea late into the evening. I was presented this poem before I crawled into bed. I would like to say this is uncorrected grammar and punctuation. Both have improved in the last couple weeks. We haven't actually touched either subject in some time, she's picked up much from imitating the reading she does! Hooray for a little unschooling!
by Ms. D
If we can't control one another,
Who can control the mind of a Mother?
We must find some kind of way,
For Mothers change day by day.
Some Mothers want to hold you
and take your hand,
Some Mothers stomp their foot,
to put all else in demand.
Who can fathom the mind of a Mother?
I think one Mom is quite like another.
I think Mothers suit me just fine,
'Cause no other mother is quite like mine.