Mother must have said it a thousand times,
Look with your eyes, not with your hands
But I was careless, full of youth

I wasn't the most privileged coming up
I respected things though, knew the meaning of money
But I was careless, full of energy

The Squirrels Nest, oddities and antiques
Mom loved that place, pricey as it was
But I was careless, full of curiosity

She used to take me there, that odd corner store
Mom would browse while I explored the wonders within
But I was careless, full of nerves

I remember just how it felt when she slapped me,
Large Minoan vase, my helmet, shattered on the floor
But I was careless, full of destruction

Mother said it a thousand and one times,
Look with your eyes, not with your hands
And finally, I had learned