My Mom Is the Worst! by Britni Brault My Mom is the worst, not the best, yes the latter. She constantly nags me that something’s the matter. “Make your bed. Brush your teeth. Brush your hair. Put on shoes!” The shoes are the worst that’s the one that I lose. I made breakfast for me—ice cream for my belly. She threw it away and made eggs, toast and jelly. My Mom is the worst, not the best, yes the latter. She frequently tells me this-that is the matter! I get dressed by myself, I know what to do. Makeup and jewels, perfume and glue. The bow goes right here, the toothpaste does too. Mommy comes in, “Oh no, what did you do!!??” My Mom is the worst, yes the worst, I get madder. There’s no end in sight with whatevers that matter!! She makes me do homework, reading and math. Each night before bed I must first take a bath. I feel kind of sick in my belly and off. My fever is high and my throat is—cough-cough. She brings me hot soup and popsicles too. When I’m sick or I’m hurt she knows just what to do. My Mom is the best, not the worst, yes the latter. She patiently helps me when something’s the matter. She kisses and holds me and says I love you each day. I guess I was wrong, I don’t know what to say? I’m sorry my Mom, it’s you who knows best. There’s no better than you, you beat all the rest. My Mom is the best, not the worst, yes the latter. She kisses and hugs me whatever’s the matter! My Grandma came over to wish me get-better. Brought cookies and candy, a new yellow sweater. Grandma is patient and ever so kind. If I make a mess, she never does mind. Grandma’s not strict, and lets me get wild. What was she like when my mom was a child?
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 04:47:02 +0000
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