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[aid] => mick
[title] => Parents say
[time] => 2004-03-13 09:59:03
[hometext] => Parents can be such funny creatures and yet I wouldn't trade mine for the world.Just some thoughts here of the things they always used to tell me while I was growing up
[bodytext] => Looking back I realise why I'm so confused these days The simple fact of the matter is, parents are to blame When I was so tiny they encouraged me to speak As soon as I mastered walking without falling to stop I was told abruptly to sit down and shut up Such pearls of wisdom I used as my guide Recalling them vividly from countless times Don't talk to strangers, but you sat me on his knee Bushy white beard, red suit, my once a year friend Yet too scared to walk past the man down the street Every little lie in my life that I've ever told I still check the mirror to see if my nose has grown I worry that my eyes are square from watching too much TV Making a face on a windy day is something I still avoid I remember they said the wind might change and that I'd forever stay that way On a bus or train or any crowded place, I would love to chat a while But I still hold true to that sacred rule, speak only when spoken to I would share anything, as instructed so to do If I had some friends to share with, but nobody said hello Just me alone in the big wide world, crowded with no-one I know When I'm very old will I have regard for anyone at all ? Respect your elders they would say, but where will they be ? Still strangers I expect, long forgotten in the ground Dangerous things I simply do not do, mindful of mothers tone Don't come running to me when you break both your legs !! It's a stressful life remembering this, doing that and avoiding the other Eating my greens, being early to bed, never crying over spilt milk The advice and help they have given me throughout my early years Always there to remind me, a wry smile creeps across my face Parents say the funniest things, but we love them anyway !! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 243 [topic] => 7 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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