When she was younger, strong and stern,
She raised me in punctuality, good manners,
And, God-fearing morality.
I remember one evening, when I was fifteen,
Excusing myself from the supper table, hair still combed and face washed clean;
I said I was going out for a walk, and, “was there anything she might need?”
I opened the front door, rushing without discreet,
I heard her holler, “be back before eight.
You have an hour of homework and I expect you, not to be late.”
Well… the time did fly and so did I,
When I heard the clock tower striking nine.
What have I been thinking, not paying attention to the time?
Hoping she was busy somewhere in the house;
Perhaps in the kitchen, or, in the bathroom undoing her hair,
Any place else but in the front hall in that familiar overstuffed chair.