A short poem about mothers

mother

Eat your food or you never be tall

Said my mother has she seized my ball

She always calls my pretty

Though am quite dirty

Easy peasy

Guess it wasn't easy

Everyone said i  were crazy

Maybe just a little  lazy

With hands so swift

Like the ocean could drift

She turned us so well

Every lady could swell

With love so tender

Am lighter than a feather

With  praise to render

I give thanks to my mother