You could never tell by the look in those eyes, that most days I don't feel like a Prince,
More like a pauper, sometimes a fraud,
To this princess that would make no sense,
She would never know by the smile on my face, that inside I hide a frown,
She sees, Daddy the Great, when all I see is Poppa the Clown,
You could never tell as she hugs tight around my neck,
as if she'd been  missing me for years,
She pulls me by the hand, and I stumble behind,
Wiping away a happy, guilty tear,
I work so much so she doesn't want, myself I'm trying to convince,
I'm missing her grow, all curly hair, dimples and innocence
I try not to break the tiny chair at the tiny table she's prepared,
Joined by Ducky, Mister Fits, and Bear Bear,
Daddy, tea is best when it's shared,
Of course it is sweetie, Daddy! Did you forget?
Me? No, and we sing, Duck Duck, Fit Fit,
Then we growl like Bear Bear, clink our tiny cups, and then Together we sip.

Momma tell me something, tell me why I couldn't see,
That you were a woman to you, before you were a mother to me,
Have I been that selfish, thinking that your reason to be,
That the point of your existence, was just so you could give birth to me?

Momma help me out, I need you to explain, I knew that you were hurting but I never wanted to see, thought you deserved your pain,
Why am I still so angry, I've been mad at you, blamed you for so long,
Did you let me be right knowing that I was wrong?

Now I've been the parent, I've had children of my own,
You must have seen me as a child acting grown,
If I had asked you then, would you have tried to make me understand,
Could you have convinced me that I was still a boy, and not yet a man?
Worries and fears I have had for my kids, Is that what you felt for me?
I catch myself saying to them the exact same things I hated when you said them to me,
But my kids love me Momma so how could this be?

I was just so angry with you as a child, everything that went wrong, you were to blame,
Although if I was right about you raising me wrong, why have I raised my kids just the same?

Not once did it occur to me that you were different before you gave birth to me, allowed to make mistakes, without four mouths to feed,
Are you saying you didn't want to put your life on hold, drop everything and attend to me?
I didn't know you weren't born with a mother's wisdom, or patience, that there was no how-to book,
I just thought you were born holding a switch, and that y'all better-stop-playing look.

Maybe we don't appreciate our Mother's until we have kids of our own,
Maybe by not taking the time to look, some things never get shown,
Being grown now means that when I'm having one of those days,
You're not around to tell me it's ok, or kiss my boo boo away,
I have to be my own family's doctor, referee, cook, and bank,
I have been able to do it so far, and it's you I have to thank.

Thank you God for not letting Mother's hold grudges, what they go through the world could never repay,
Momma, as long as breath is in you, I'll try to make everyday, Mother's Day,
So I'm sending all the love I have towards an overdue I.O.U.,
Settling up with the Father above, for sending me a Woman, that turned into a Mother like you.

I just got caught up in a memory, a mischievous moment, brought on by an old song that I didn't even realise was on,
I caught myself smiling, then tears started to well in my eyes,
And then it was gone.

I love being alone, I just hate waking up alone,
I'm looking at my phone, Hello, I've been home,
I miss the morning bustle, piddling, paddling, what's for breakfast, where's my comb,
I hate being alone, feeling bored, restless, feeling lazy,
Almost feel guilty for the amount that they pay me,
Yeah, money is great, but it's not the be all to end all,
It's not the ice cream truck in summer, or scraped knees in the fall,
It's not hot cocoa by the fireplace in winter, or baseball in the spring ,
I'm chuckling to myself, I sound like Julie Andrews, these are a few of my favorite things,
I love waking up alone with the house to myself, I can have donuts for breakfast and not have to share with anyone else,
I miss sharing my donuts, or giving just one bite,
Pretty please,They know if they keep asking I just might,
I will, I would always relent, how could I say no,
How quickly they grow, and they were happy to go,
To live on their own, they don't know what their doing,
Now if you need any help, it's okay dad, I'm fine,
But I'm not, can't tell them that though, I'm fine too, I'm lying,
I hate being alone, and not fixing what breaks,
Like besties promises, young hearts, and rules that I'd make,
I loved waking up with a start, with three sets of feet,
Three tiny toes like ice cubes, freezing me under the sheets,
Taking up all the room, now it seems there is so much space,
In my place, in the closets, in the driveway, and their accounts in the bank,
Eventually, my phone is gonna ring, how much? You need it when?
I love this, I hate that, but I love loving them.