Mother Dear Mother

Her hand gestured be told, be good But the boy's tears spill over Leaving their prisons wet immured Like dewfall on purple clover Upon a gentle wind did sing His heartfelt teardrop splattering's Mother dear mother don't be scything I'll stop my mewling meanderings When I've finished all my drooling When I've finished all my boohooing When I've finished all my cartooning When I've finished all lives schooling Mother dear mother don't be curt For in my heart I am exploring And you are like a tarpaulin Keeping me warm and safe from all hurt But all children will graze a knee And run away longing to be free. Her hand gestured, scolded be gone! Be gone, be gone, and be gone for good. But the boy in all likelihood Just grumbled into manhood, thereon- Mother dear mother what've I done wrong? Mother dear mother sings another song.