It happened. I don’t know how, I don’t know why.
I don’t know when it happened.
It just did.
Children beg, plead, cry, promise they will
do the dishes, clean the house, mow the lawn,
If only they could go to the movies, have a sleepover,
Our house, friend’s house, outside, inside.
My answer, no!
Their question, why?
Because I am your mother, that’s why!
And then it hit me.
My mother’s words echoed in my ear.
Same tone of voice, same non explanation
Just the same answer she gave me.
Crying, pouting, stomping out the door.
The meanest mother in the world.
That was me then, and someday
It will be them, too.