• sonnet IX
    she complains more than I'd like to admit
    when she's not she is less than silent
    and like they do she often throws a fit
    from time to time she is rather strident

    there are some times when she acts starkly blunt
    times I find to be infelicitous
    often it seems she is meant to affront
    although it's lacking a sort of brashness

    she is hard to please and easy not to
    meager attempts do nothing to suffice
    it seems all she wants is waiting in queue
    yet her demands in essence are concise

    I'll let it go because she's my mother
    and that said I'll never have another