Who’s Shoes
Who’s Shoes
Who’s shoes are those hidden under the middle of your bed,
And who’s men’s stocks were stuffed behind the door?
Once I finally got around to cleaning your bedroom,
I have questions that leave me wondering more.
Sometimes you can try to hide the truth from me,
But the answers to questions are discovered in the end.
I thought I was your mother as well as your best friend.
There are facts of life in this house you can’t bend.
The emotions between a mother and her children
Are ones that create a very special bond,
And my love for you will last you whole life long.
So be careful who’s shoes stay on the floor.
Your choices will decide where you belong.