Wonderland or Not

Here’s to you, your paren­ting rocks, you bought me tam­pons, made me wear socks.
You pulled a comb through gummy hair, while insis­ting thongs weren’t underwear.You bought me books, and watched me draw, told me not to call you “maw”. You said “it’s best to play outside, walk and run ins­tead of ride”. I know your aller­gic to Hall­mark cards, or I’d have mai­led you my regards. If a poet a poem I’d send. If a wri­ter a book I’d pen. But I’m merely me, through and through. I know that’s enough, thanks to you.

Love and Res­pect Always