That Matriarch .
Supports her brood.
Provides them with food.
Disciples bow in her honour.
A Sergeant major on patrol.
She is, is she?
They are more in charge these days.

You must do that, you must do this.
You should do that.
Discipline feeds them with a mantra.
To run a life of strength.
In ivory towers.
In glorious pastures bathed with flowers.
Behave yourself.
Do as you're told.
Do as you would be done by.

T'will make you good as gold.
Rather than that discipline running permanently.
Teach them lovingly.
Give them kisses.
A listening ear.
Provide them with love abundant.
Keep them safe and giggle with them.
Maybe laugh at them, as they laugh loud at you.
This funny old female.
With greying hair.
Much too late to start to care.