Emilie G.

In My Mother’s Shoes…

I am my mother, Liz

I wonder why Teddy and Jack always fight, and the girls play  so lovely with each other

I hear all the racket going on  outside

I see the boys fighting, and the girls are playing on the big swing without a problem

I want the boys to be like the girls

“I am their roll model,” I say to myself

I pretend like the boys re well behaved

I feel the door slowly open hoping the racket would stop

I touch the doorknob on the door

I understand that they are boys and are young

I say,” They will learn someday “

I dream that the boys will be good and peaceful like the girls