The even will improve the odds
Four, she created
An investment she asked the gods
Four, she raised
They walked in eggshell floors
Four, she expected
Daily to do the chores
Don’t tell her about the bullies at school
Don’t tell her you cry at night when they fight
Don’t tell her your shoes put you in ridicule
Don’t tell her lunch was a little too light
Four, she preached
Education is all she could give
Four, she believed
Had everything needed to live
Four, she instilled
Gratitude for their service
Four, she feared
Would kick them when they’re useless
Don’t tell her your life aspirations
Don’t tell her when you find inspirations
Don’t tell her complaints about your boss
Don’t tell her about dealing with your loss
