With each coming day

She becomes more and more lost

Letting her soul be lead by a chain

“Mother what do I want to do today?”

Is the morning reply

“You want to go to school

be the best in your class

then continue on to be a world famous gymnast"

The mother would reply

With a gleam in her eye

“So I don’t want to act?”

Was the new morning quest

The mothers goal always changing

“I never was very flexible

Their flaying limbs!

So will you.

You just want to experience everything!

don’t you.”

As normal the only thing the young girl would say

“Yes mother”

And go on her mother’s own way

The mother watches and squirms with delight

As her daughter succeeds

in a way she never could.

The mother believed

‘that could’ve been me’

Then quickly turns bitter from love

‘What else haven’t I done?

That I thought would be fun?'

As she thinks of tomorrows new task.