Mothering Thoughts

Will it be another of those days?Where looks are frayed, giving wayTo another mind game day,Little said but responding with,grunts and sarcastic frowns,Age of consent topically debatedArgument ally played down, Will we have another of those nights –?as you sit down for tea,Hormones menu’d flambéed,Accompanied with condescending looks,          Expression-ally served, displayed,By storm raged adolescence clowns,Thoughts tossing and tumbling around,Mindlessly jiggering to spark another play, Will it be another of those –?Fingers tapping, chorused, tittering,Succumbed with moans and groans,Groaning frustrations giving way toExpletives, face’s pulled, accompanied by, “Yer right whatever can I have” – (No I’ll cry)“Yer but, Yer but”,   (ask your bloody Father)Will be my reply,“Oh Mummm”, (I can hear then cry),Not fair, why can’t I, why can’t,“I want I want”,“I know what you’ll dam well get” (will be my reply), “O…..h but you just don’t understand”, (yer right)Sulking chins dragging on polished floorsTo Clanking of bedroom doors,Distant cries of, “I don’t love you any more” And before I can count to three,“Mum, mummy” “yes dear” (I can hear me say)Hmmmmm, really,-Do I really want to go home today?Or shall I pull over and let time drift away,