To marry for love is every woman’s ambition,
Taught by a mother with experienced tuition.
A parents start was one to see,
Romance and embrace the usual plea.
This peaceful home a joy to behold,
To help oneself and obey what’s told.
It’s clean my room and make my bed,
Otherwise sleep in a cold, cold shed.
Rules are made as a teaching code,
Once applied a way-like mode.
It’s fun to be born on an earth to live,
A place created to take and give.
Recipes found in a kitchen to cook,
A change of menu from a page to look.
Friends commend, after a meal invite,
Especially after a tasteful bite.
Teenage years do come so fast,
Growing times reason, “will they ever last?”
High school years gain wholesome friends,
Teaching ones of frightful trends.
Boys walk by and a questioning smile,
To catch a girl and walk in file.
Teenage love seems a rush to start,
Catching many and a quick depart.
Early times in growing with mum,
Now questions close with a friendly “Um”.
To be married and still in love is every woman’s dream,
Care now taken will it all foregleam?
Written by Raymond McCamley.
